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Marilee Haynes Pauline Books and Media ePub


When I got to school today, I hoped something would have taken my place on the St. Jude gossip hotline. That somehow everyone would have forgotten about me, and things would be back to normal. That Maya would be back to normal.

No such luck. Stares? Yep. Whispers? Yep. Number of times I’ve been called Einstein? Six—make that seven. Second-best friend—still not talking to me.

And first best friend not where he’s supposed to be.

“Hey, where’re you going?” I ask.

“The Clubhouse—same as you.” Linc’s voice is flat, and his smile is missing.

“She found out.” It’s not a question.

“She found out,” says Linc. “Yesterday. She was on the phone all night with Mr. Dooley and Mrs. Capistrano.” Mrs. Capistrano is our guidance counselor. Linc spends a lot of time with her trying to “find the key to unlocking his love for learning.”

“When I got to homeroom, there was a schedule change form on my desk,” says Linc.

“Wow, your mom’s good,” I say.

“Yeah.” Not a good yeah.

“So, are you ready for this?”

“For what? This class? Sure, I guess.” Linc scratches his head. “Hey, do you know who else is in it? Any cute girls?”

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VIII Thou shalt close your eyes. Better that you have no idea that I have no idea what I’m doing.

Britt Leigh Pauline Books and Media ePub


The scene at home is epic. Thundery clouds blow in at the back window, making everything even gloomier. Mom and Dad are standing, yelling, waving hands. I sit at the dinner table, focusing on the blustery afternoon beyond their faces.

Mom rests a hip on the barstool chair near the kitchen ledge. “Now, Gloria Jean. You’re not going to get away without talking about this. Just what is going on with you?”

“Mrs. Gomez told you what happened.” I don’t look at her.

She swivels my chair with her foot so I have to face her. “I want to hear it from you.”

I let my top half collapse onto the kitchen table. I let my stringy hair fall around my face. Maybe Mom will calm down and stroke it. I mumble into my elbow. “I walked to that little shopping plaza on Pelton, went to the drugstore to buy some new lip gloss, and then got a panini at The Book Nook. I just wanted some space.” Without looking up, I fish around in my pocket for the Joie de Vive and set it on the table. It kinda doesn’t make sense for me to have it now.

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Chapter One: Weeds and More Weeds

Maria Grace Dateno Fsp Pauline Books and Media ePub

Chapter One

Weeds and More Weeds

It was a hot day late in June, and I wasn’t planning on going outside that afternoon. But then I heard Dad talking to Mom in the kitchen.

“The weeds are getting pretty thick,” he said. “Maybe the kids could do some work in the garden this afternoon.”

My older sister Hannah, who had just turned eleven, was standing there in the living room too. We looked at each other. Neither of us likes weeding, so we quietly slipped out the front door.

As we snuck around the side of the house opposite the garden, we ran into my little brother, Noah. He looked all excited.

“Caleb! Hannah! I have an idea!” he said.

Noah is only six, so I wasn’t expecting any really great idea from him. But anything was better than weeding.

“Okay, Noah,” I said. “Let’s hear it.”

“I have an idea for how we can go there again!”

“Go where?” said Hannah. “Oh, never mind. I get it.”

I got it, too. Noah was saying he had an idea for how we could go back in time. It might sound unbelievable, but it had happened twice before. Noah and Hannah and I went back to the time of Jesus and had great adventures! For weeks, we had been trying to figure out how to go there again.

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Chapter 10: Curtain Time

Maryann MacDonald Pauline Books and Media ePub

Francie’s family was getting ready for the play. Francie was trying to make her hair stay in braids. Pieces kept sticking out.

Katie looked perfect. Her shiny hair was tied with a ribbon. She was stuffing Jo Jo into a tiny Toto suit.

“I hope you’re right about this, Francie,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” said Francie. “I’m putting her on a leash.”

Mom was having trouble with her shoes.

“It’s just no use,” she said. “My feet are too swollen. I can’t get them on.” Mom looked like a blown-up balloon.

“Never mind,” said Dad. “You’ll look beautiful in your bedroom slippers.”

Beautiful? thought Francie. In those awful old pink slippers? She hoped no one would see them coming in.

But someone did. Sister Grizzly was standing guard at the school door. Francie saw her staring at Mom’s slippers.

But just then, Mom said, “Joe, I think we’d better head for the hospital. The baby is coming.”

“Mrs. O’Leary, don’t worry about a thing,” Sister Grizzly said. “We’ll take good care of the children at the convent tonight.”

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A Little Sliver

Diane M. Lynch Pauline Books and Media ePub

By Clare Mishica

I stared at the bulletin board in the hallway outside the office. I couldn’t believe it. My friend Ruby was the Washington Middle School Student of the Month! Sometimes it’s hard to be friends with a person who does everything well. I’d never even been nominated. Ruby’s picture was posted on the bulletin board, and she’d won a plaque and a gift certificate from the Book Nook.

“Way to go, Ruby,” I said as we walked to our English class, trying to sound enthusiastic. But a little sliver of jealousy was caught under my skin, and I hadn’t quite wiggled it out yet.

“Thanks, Marta,” she said, smiling. “What time is the art show tonight?”

“Six o’clock,” I said, as someone else gave Ruby a high five and congratulated her.

The bell rang, and Ruby and I hurried into our classroom and plopped down in our seats.

“We’re going to start on our essays today,” announced Mrs. Mills, our English teacher. “I have a list of topics on the blackboard. I want you to pick one and develop three supporting ideas.”

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Unplugged for a Week

Diane M. Lynch Pauline Books and Media ePub

By Christine Brauer Mueller

Ted watched his best friend climb over the windowsill. Jimmy’s lifeline to all things musical was stuck in his jeans pocket, and the earbuds dangled from the neck of his T-shirt. Flipping the bill of his baseball hat around, he surveyed the room.

“Gee, Ted! It’s like a tomb in here!”

Ted propped himself up on one elbow. “I told you what they said—one whole week—no electricity in here, except for my lamp. I can’t believe my parents flipped out like this just because I violated my curfew. I wasn’t getting into trouble—we were just playing video games and I lost track of the time.”

Jimmy laughed. “I think this is your fourth curfew violation, buddy!” He plopped down on the floor. “Can I keep you company?”

“Like you’d want to spend a whole week with me anyway. There’s nothing to do.”

Jimmy snorted. “You’re acting like a spoiled brat. We can do lots of things. The weather is perfect for our bikes and blades.”

Ted perked up at the thought of getting out of the house and escaping the sight of all his now-useless technological toys.

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Chapter Eleven: The Man in the Tree

Maria Grace Dateno Fsp Pauline Books and Media ePub

Chapter Eleven

The Man in the Tree

Bartimaeus had gone to Leah, who asked Zacchaeus for help. Zacchaeus had gotten a group of people to come look for us. One of them gave Noah a piggy-back ride home. Soon we were safely back in Jericho.

Hannah came running out of the house.

“You guys, I was so afraid!” she said, hugging us. Garrett seemed happy to see us, too.

“Nah! Cabe!” he said.

We had dinner at Zacchaeus’s house that evening, along with Leah and Daniel.

His house was a lot different from Leah’s. It had two stories and a lot more rooms. The big courtyard had a high wall around it. There was a garden to one side and some palm trees. We ate in a big room on the upper floor.

Zacchaeus turned out to be very nice. He was a very short man with brown curly hair and a beard. His face was round, and when he smiled and laughed, he looked like a kid. Except for the beard, of course.

“Zacchaeus,” said Leah, “these children came here hoping to see Jesus. They were very disappointed that he had gone. So I thought it would be nice for them to hear your story about him.”

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Chapter Eighteen: Lucky Charms

Carol A. Grund Pauline Books and Media ePub

The heritage reports continued all week long. Anna Mei wished she could relax and enjoy them—they really were pretty interesting. The family stories were so different from one another, and yet all these kids had ended up in this one classroom in Michigan. So many cultures had come together here—no wonder America was called “the melting pot.”

On Friday, Zandra’s report was first. One of her relatives had traced the family back to Cameroon, on the West Coast of Africa. For centuries, a tribe called the Tikar lived there, developing their own government, industry, and art. But because they were surrounded by nothing but grassy savannas and plains, they were easy targets when the slave traders came in the 1800s.

So when Zandra’s ancestors came to America, it wasn’t by choice. She didn’t know what had happened to all of them, but at least a few had been able to escape to Canada. Eventually, some had moved to Michigan to work in the logging camps, and Zandra’s great-grandfather was one of them.

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Secret Friends

Diane M. Lynch Pauline Books and Media ePub

By Diana R. Jenkins

“There’s something on your locker, Zoe!” cried Midori.

When our school service club, Helping Hands, decided to do this secret friend thing for Christmas, I’d thought it was a dumb idea. Especially since that strange girl, Sadie, suggested it. But now that I had my first surprise, I was excited!

I quickly untied the gift bag from my locker handle and pulled out a can of salmon! “Aren’t we supposed to give our secret friend nice things?”

“You like salmon,” said Midori.

“But it’s not a good Christmas surprise!” I opened my locker and stuck the can inside. “I knew this was a stupid idea.”

Just then Sadie came along and shouted in her always-too-loud voice, “Hi! Get anything from your secret friend?”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “Smelly old fish.”

“Interesting,” she said.

“We’d better get to math, Midori,” I said, brushing past Sadie.

The next day, another bag appeared on my locker. Eagerly, I opened it and whipped out . . . “A bag of noodles?!”

“Letter noodles,” Midori pointed out. “Remember how we used to spell out messages with this stuff?”

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Marilee Haynes Pauline Books and Media ePub

I read over my application again. And again. It’s done. I used my best penmanship. I answered every question as well as I could. I even figured out how to fill in three more of the blank lines for extracurricular activities. My analyst and statistician position with the basketball team was number two. Tutoring Harry was number three, even though I wasn’t sure if something I was doing for service hours technically counted. And Maya reminded me that she and I worked on the canned food drive last year. So four lines out of five. Not perfect, but hopefully good enough.

I review my application checklist one more time. Applications are due on October twenty-fifth. Today is the twenty-first and it only takes one day for mail to get from my house to CSMHS. I verified that with the post office.

After I fold the application exactly into thirds, slide it into the envelope, and seal it, there’s nothing left to do but mail it. And then wait.

Maya on one side of the table, me on the other, a plate piled high with cookies, and two glasses of ice cold milk—chocolate for me, white for Maya—between us. We’ve been here, just exactly here and just exactly like this, at least 200 times. Working on homework together at my house after school. So why does it feel different now? Why am I worried about how my hair looks? And why did I stand in front of my closet for ten minutes trying to decide what T-shirt to put on with my jeans?

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Chapter Ten: He’s Coming!

Maria Grace Dateno Fsp Pauline Books and Media ePub

Chapter Ten

He’s Coming!

We slept in, but not as late, since we had come home much earlier. When I got up and went outside, I saw Noah jumping around excitedly.

“Caleb! Caleb!”

“What’s up, Noah?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Caleb!” he said, still jumping up and down. “He’s coming! He’s coming!”

“Who?” I asked, still not quite awake.

“Jesus!” he yelled, still jumping. “Jeesuuss!”

“Oh! Jesus is coming? When? How do you know?”

“Oh, Caleb!” said Hannah, running over to us. “Did Noah tell you? We’ll finally get to see him! Rebecca said that her mother heard at the market that he would be coming today!”

Rebecca went off with her mother to a neighbor’s house, to help prepare a meal for Jesus. Her father and brothers were working on their nets as usual. We helped with a few chores, and before noon, Rebecca came running back into the courtyard.

“He is here! He is near the house of Samuel, another fisherman here in the village,” she said, all out of breath. “It is down this street, the second to the last house by the water.”

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Hive Mind Reader's Guide

Timothy J. Bradley Argosy Press PDF

You’re both the author and illustrator of Hive Mind. How does this affect the way you work?

I’m an artist first, and I tend to think in images and “movie clips” when I think about a story—almost like puzzle pieces. Writing the story is a matter of arranging the puzzle pieces in the right order and typing it into my computer. Once I have a first draft of a book done,

I go back and see what is still missing or might need to be described in more detail. I do lots of little sketches as I write, and those usually end up being the start of any illustrations in the book.

What character in Hive Mind is most like you?

I’d have to say that I have a bit of Sidney in me. When I was younger, I was always frustrated in school because we weren’t learning anything interesting, especially in science! It drove me crazy. I never complained the way Sidney does at the beginning of the book, but I thought about doing it lots of times. That made that particular scene really fun to write.

If you were a student at Sci Hi, what would you study?

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Chapter Seven: When Will Jesus Arrive?

Maria Grace Dateno Fsp Pauline Books and Media ePub

Chapter Seven

When Will Jesus Arrive?

“How can putting others first show who is best?” asked Seth.

I was thinking the same thing, but I didn’t want to agree with Seth.

“I think,” said Rebecca, “a really great fisherman can say nice things about how great the other fishermen are. He can say encouraging things to younger fishermen. A truly great fisherman does not need to brag about himself. That shows he is actually better than the ones who do, right?”

I could tell that Rebecca had been thinking about this a lot.

“Anyway, you can think about what it means for yourself. I just thought it was a good story.”

It was a good story. Even though she seemed to use a lot more words than most people, Rebecca was fun to listen to. I think her brother thought so, too.

“Thanks, Rebecca,” said Seth. He sounded quieter and less angry than when we came in. “It was nice of you to bring me some company and tell me stories.”

“Is there anything I can get you, Seth?” she asked.

“No, I’m fine. You better get back to your chores. But maybe our guests can stay and talk?”

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Chapter 5: Play Practice

Maryann MacDonald Pauline Books and Media ePub

Francie stabbed her meatloaf with her fork.

“And then Miss Walker told us all the parts were important,” she said.

“Sounds like something a teacher would say,” said Ambrose.

“Ambrose,” said Dad. He raised his eyebrows. He looked hard at Ambrose. He didn’t have to say anything else.

“I think it’ll be fun to be a dog,” said Mom. Francie looked at Taffy. She was eating peas off the floor. Taffy did look happy. But Taffy wasn’t very smart.

“I’ll buy some fake fur fabric for your costume,” said Mom.

“I’ll help you sew it,” said Katie.

“I’ll make you a tail,” said Ambrose.

Francie felt better. Her family loved her. They were going to help her, even though she wasn’t the star.

“My mom is making me a costume, too,” said Stella the next day at play practice. “It’s a dress with blue and white checks and a white apron. We’re going to dye my old shoes silver.” Stella’s eyes were shining.

“Silver? I thought Dorothy’s shoes were red!” said Francie.

“That’s in the movie. In the book they’re silver, remember?” said Stella.

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Chapter Six: The Accident

Maria Grace Dateno Fsp Pauline Books and Media ePub

Chapter Six

The Accident

When I woke up, it took a few seconds for me to remember where I was. Then I jumped up to see what everyone was doing.

One of the shepherds was making breakfast—some kind of pancake-things cooked on a flat stone in the fire. I ate mine so fast I barely noticed what they tasted like. I couldn’t wait to bring the sheep out to graze.

It was great fun to go with Benjamin and help him watch his sheep, get water from the well, and talk about everything!

Late in the afternoon, Hannah came up next to me as we walked with the sheep.

“Caleb,” she said in a low voice, “we need to figure out how to get home.”

“Oh, yeah. We forgot to ask about where the nearest phone is. But, Hannah, this is fun!” I said.

“Mom and Dad are going to be worried!” Hannah said.

“Well, we don’t know how we got here, and we don’t have any money to get a plane to fly home, so what can we do?” I asked.

“Caleb, I don’t think we could take a plane home even if we had the money,” said Hannah. The sound in her voice made me look at her—she was worried.

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