past her bedtime, curled under her blanket with a flashlight and her copy of Hatchet , and she was already a little behind in class. She sighed, and kicked a pebble on the sidewalk in front of her. “Sometimes I’m so stupid ,” she said aloud.
But she knew she wasn’t stupid. She just had a hard time concentrating on reading, that was all. Still, she knew it was going to take a lot more late nights to finish Hatchet . And there was bound to be way more homework in her future. For the first time she almost regretted her decision to join the drama club. Almost.
Grace scurried up the stairs to her room, threw her backpack on the ground, and turned on her computer. She immediately went to her camp’s blog. Alex’s entry about soccer tryouts on Tuesday had sparked a long conversation that included almost all of the girls—everyone, in fact, except for Chelsea, had left encouraging messages for Alex.
Grace knew that her camp friends would understand what she was going through. After all, when they’d found out about her summer reading, they had formed a book club to help. But even after she read through all of their entries and responses to one another, she logged off and turned the computer off without writing a word.
Picking her backpack up off the floor, she dug through the papers and books inside, finally drawing out her copy of Hatchet . She sighed, crawled into her bed, and opened to the page that she’d bookmarked that day in study hall. She was on page thirteen.
An hour later, when she heard the front door slam and her dad’s footsteps on the stairs, she was only on page twenty. Her dad poked his head into her room without knocking and Grace put her finger in the book to keep her place. “Hi, honey,” he said. “How was school?”
“Pretty good,” Grace said.
“Did you go to the library afterward? I called here a couple of hours ago to see if you wanted me to pick up anything for you at Chung’s Chinese, but there wasn’t an answer.”
“Yeah, I’m working on this book,” Grace said, holding up Hatchet for her dad to see.
Her father walked farther into the room and took the book from her, putting his own finger in where Grace’s had been. “Wow, Hatchet , huh?” he said. “Looks like one I’d like.”
“It is, Dad,” Grace said. “It’s about this boy who gets stranded in the wilderness.”
“Sounds great, Grace.” He handed the book back to her. “Why don’t you take a break and come down for dinner? I got you some sweet-and-sour chicken. Figured that would be okay.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Grace said. “But I’m not hungry right now. Is it okay if I come and eat later?”
“Of course, sweetie,” he said. “Enjoy your book!” He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. And Grace, who was starving, went back to her reading, determined to get through another couple of pages before going downstairs to her Chinese food.
Natalie> FRIDAY
Posted by: Natalie
Subject: school social TONIGHT!
hey, everyone! this will be a short posting because I have to get ready to go to our back-to-school social and hannah’s coming by in about half an hour (barely enough time for me to get dressed!). i’m so excited—i’ve never been to a dance like this before. i’m wearing a brand-new outfit! an awesome denim mini and a really cute pink top that has little rhinestones on it, plus some new boots. anyway, just wanted to tell you all to have a GREAT WEEKEND! luv, nat
Posted by: Jenna
Re: school social TONIGHT!
Have a great time, Nat! I’m jealous . . . I’m stuck at my dad’s again. Guess what we’re having for dinner? That’s right . . . takeout. xo Jenna
Posted by: Alyssa
Re: school social TONIGHT!
Aw, Jenna . . . well, at least it’s takeout, and not, like, brussels sprouts, right? ;)
Have fun, Nat! You probably won’t get this till later, so I hope you’re having a great time . . . Alyssa
Posted by: Karen
Subject: Thank goodness
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