The New Girl

This argument was not helping the nervous butterflies that were fluttering around in my stomach, considering the fact I was less than one hour away from starting my first day at Pine Heights Elementary, my brand-new school.

I tried to explain about how my new plaid skirt flared out when I twirled around. Which was totally great, and a very important trick to be able to do, especially on your first day at a new school.

Except what was going to happen if I climbed the jungle gym and hung upside down at recess?

I’m not saying I was
going
to do this. I’m just saying it
could
happen, and if it did, and all I was wearing was a skirt, the boys on the playground would totally see my underwear.

This was not something you would particularly want to happen on the first day at a brand-new school.

I don’t see how Mom couldn’t tell that this was a problem.

Fortunately, it was a problem that was easily solved. It was solved by wearing jeans under my skirt.

“Allie,” Mom said. “Why don’t you wear tights under your skirt? Or leggings?”

Which was a nice idea. But, as I reminded her, all my tights and leggings were still packed—along with all of my pajamas—since we had just moved to our new house
two days before. And we couldn’t find the box they were packed in. We could only find the box with my jeans, shirts, and skirts in it.

My tights, leggings, and pajamas were not the only things we’d packed and couldn’t find. We also couldn’t find the hair dryer, the cereal bowls, and most of the pots and pans.

But this was okay, because our new stove hadn’t come yet, so we had nothing to cook on, anyway.

Personally, I didn’t see why wearing my plaid skirt with jeans was such a bad thing. I thought my skirt looked really, really good with jeans. So good that I decided to wear it on my first official day at Pine Heights Elementary.

Because
When you are starting your first day ever at a brand-new school, you have to wear something good, so people will think you’re nice.
This is a rule.

First impressions are important. Everyone knows this.

It’s true that I had already been to Pine Heights Elementary School once before and met my new teacher (Mrs. Hunter) and some of my new classmates (Caroline and Sophie, and of course Erica).

But while I’d already been over to Erica’s house multiple times, and she’d been over to mine, because we lived next door to each other, I hadn’t really gotten to know Caroline and Sophie yet (other than playing a game they’d made up called queens with them at recess the day I’d met them).

And there were still lots of people I hadn’t met at all yet, and I wanted to make sure I got off on the right foot with them.

Getting off on the right foot with people is important. If you don’t get off on the right foot with people, it could ruin your whole year.

Which was why I knew wearing a skirt with jeans would be just the right thing to do.

It was just too bad Mom didn’t think so.

Fortunately, Mom had bigger things to worry about. Like that my little brother Kevin wanted to wear his pirate costume to his first day of kindergarten at Pine Heights Elementary. Really, in comparison, my wearing a skirt with jeans was nothing.

“But Halloween was last month, Kevin,” Mom kept saying.

“I don’t care,” Kevin said. “It’s important to make a good first impression. Allie said so. Allie said it was a rule.”

Mom was too busy chasing Kevin around, trying to get him out of his pirate costume, to notice I was still wearing my skirt with my jeans. So I sneaked into the kitchen to see what was for breakfast. What was for breakfast was popcorn.

“I can’t find the cereal bowls,” Dad explained.

“We could just eat it out of the box,” my brother Mark said, stuffing popcorn into his mouth. Mark is in the second grade. Mark did not have butterflies in his stomach about his first day at a brand-new school. Mark never has butterflies about anything, such as, for instance, jumping off the roof of his friend Sean’s house, which he did once, thus breaking his arm. This is because Mark doesn’t think about anything except bugs. And sports. And possibly trucks.

“Once at Sean’s house,” Mark said, “we poured milk right into the cereal box and ate out of it with spoons.”

“That’s disgusting,” I said.

“No, it wasn’t,” Mark said.

“I’m sure the milk leaked,” I said. “Out of the box and all over the place.”

“No, it didn’t,” Mark said. “Because of the seal-tight plastic bag inside.”

“Well, I’m not doing that,” I said. “I’m not sharing a box of cereal with you. I don’t want your germs.”

“We have the same germs,” Mark said. “Because we’re related.”

“Actually, we don’t,” I said. “Because I don’t pick my nose and eat it like some people I could mention.”

“The thing is,” Dad said while Mark was denying that he picks his nose and eats it, “no one is sharing a box of cereal. Because I can’t find the spoons, either.”

“What’s going on in here?” Mom said, running into the kitchen. She was holding Kevin’s pirate hat, but she didn’t have the rest of Kevin. That’s because he’d disappeared into one of the many secret passageways of our new house, which is more than a hundred years old. “Why does it smell like popcorn?”

“That’s what we’re having for breakfast,” Mark said.

“No,” Mom said. “How did this happen? Whose idea was this?”

Mark and I both pointed at Dad. He said, “I don’t see what the problem is. Popcorn is made of corn. People eat cornflakes for breakfast all the time.”

“Popcorn has no nutritional value,” Mom said.

“Yes, it does,” I said. “Popcorn is high in fiber. Fiber is good for you.” I know this because I did a report on fiber for science once. Corn, which is something they grow a lot of in my home state, is full of fiber.
You need a lot of fiber in your diet to help digest your food.
This is a rule.

“But they haven’t had any dairy,” Mom protested.

“I put butter on it,” Dad said. “And they’ve got orange juice.”

Mark and I raised our measuring cups of orange juice to show her. We were drinking out of measuring cups because Dad couldn’t find the drinking cups.

Mom looked at the ceiling. “Please don’t tell your new teachers you had popcorn for breakfast today,” she said before racing out of the kitchen after Kevin, who was
hiding until the last possible minute so Mom would have no choice but to let him wear his pirate costume to school.

I knew the feeling.

“My new teacher, Mr. Manx, would think it was cool if I told him I had popcorn for breakfast,” Mark said. “Probably.”

“Well,” Dad said, “Mom would appreciate it if you didn’t tell him, anyway. When you come home for lunch, things will be more organized. I promise.”

That was when the doorbell rang. The doorbell on our new house isn’t a normal doorbell where you push a button and it goes
ding-dong.
That’s because our house is so old, the doorbell is a crank that you turn, and it rings a bell attached to the other side of the wall that goes
brrrring
, like a bicycle bell.

But if you cup your hand over the bell part while someone is turning the crank, it just goes
brrurp.
We found this out after playing around with the doorbell so many times that Mom finally said,
No child whose last name is Finkle may touch the doorbell or they will not be allowed to watch television for
two weeks.
This is a rule. Not one of mine, one of the family rules.

“That’s Erica!” I yelled because I was so excited. Erica had said she’d stop by to walk to school with me on my first day.

I raced to the front door and flung it open. Erica was standing there in her hat and coat, looking as excited as I was.

“Hi, Allie!” she yelled.

“Hi, Erica!” I yelled back.

“I can’t believe it’s your first day at Pine Heights!” Erica yelled.

“I can’t believe it, either!” I yelled back.

Then we both jumped up and down for a while until Mark came and said, “Girls,” disgustedly, then brushed past us and ran outside to join some boys he saw riding by on their bikes.

“Wait!” Mom screamed from deep inside the house.

“Why does your house smell like popcorn?” Erica wanted to know.

“Because we had it for breakfast,” I said, getting my hat
and coat. “We packed the cereal bowls and can’t find them. I can’t find my tights or leggings, either. That’s why I’m wearing jeans with this skirt.” I twirled to show Erica my skirt.

“Wow, that skirt is so cute,” she said. “It’s like my sister’s skirt for baton twirling.”

This made me really happy to hear, because Erica’s older sister, Melissa, who goes to the middle school and is an expert baton twirler, is really, really cool, even though she mostly doesn’t speak to us and stomps away with her nose in the air whenever we’re around.

“Here we are,” Mom said, showing up with Kevin just as Erica and I were about to walk out the door.

Erica and I looked at Kevin. He was still wearing black pants, black boots, and a white shirt with long puffy sleeves. Mom had gotten him to give up his red sash, skull and crossbones hat, eye patch, and sword.

“At least she could have let me keep my eye patch,” Kevin said, looking sad.

“You look really good,” Erica assured him.

“Why don’t you just put on normal clothes?” I asked him. It’s a pain having such a weird brother. Between him and Mark, I sometimes wonder how I got so cursed in the big sister department.

“
You’re
wearing jeans with a skirt,” Kevin pointed out.

“I don’t want boys to see my underwear in case I hang upside down from the jungle gym,” I explained.

“Well, I want everyone to know I’m a pirate,” Kevin said.

“They will,” Erica assured him.

“Okay,” Mom said in a very fake cheerful voice as she appeared with her coat and purse. “Are we ready to walk to school together?”

I could see now that Mark had been smart to run ahead with those boys.
There is nothing wrong with walking to school with your mom and dad on your first day. Except everything.
Which is a rule, by the way.

Or it will be when I write it in my special notebook that I keep in my room for writing rules in.

“We can walk by ourselves,” I said quickly.

“What about Kevin?” Mom asked.

“Oh, we’ll be happy to walk Kevin, Mrs. Finkle,” Erica said, taking Kevin’s hand.

I didn’t know about that. I mean, no one asked me. I wasn’t happy to walk Kevin to school.

But it was better than having my
parents
walk to school with us.

“Sure,” I said, taking Kevin’s other hand. “We’ll walk Kevin.”

“Okay,” Dad said. He had on his own coat. “You girls walk Kevin. And we’ll walk behind you and pretend we don’t know you. How’s that?”

This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. But it was better than nothing.

“Okay,” I muttered.

Erica and I steered Kevin through the door. Outside, the leaves, which had already started changing colors, were beginning to fall from the trees and blanket the sidewalk. It was also cold.

“How come you don’t want to walk to school with your parents?” Erica wanted to know. “I think they’re funny.”

“They’re not so funny,” I assured her, “once you get to know them.”

“Having popcorn for breakfast is funny,” Erica said. “My dad would never do that. And letting your brother wear a pirate costume to his first day of school is funny. Even wearing a skirt with jeans is kind of funny—even though it looks really good.”

I thought about what Erica said. I didn’t think it was true. The Finkles weren’t funny. The truth was, Finkles were actually exceptionally talented. Especially my uncle Jay, whom Erica hadn’t even met yet because he lived in his own apartment on campus. He was probably the most talented Finkle of all. He could bend one of his toes so far back, it touched the top of his foot. Plus, he had double-jointed thumbs.

I wished I had special skills like that. If I did, I wouldn’t have any trouble at all making friends at my brand-new school, or have to wear a special skirt that twirled in order to get people to like me.
If you have special skills or talents, such as having double-jointed thumbs, other people will automatically like you right away
(that’s a rule).

It’s true that Erica liked me. But she hadn’t asked me to be best friends, or anything. Probably a skirt that twirled wasn’t going to influence her decision one way or another. But I had to do what I could.

When we were halfway to the school and had reached the stop sign at the first (completely non-busy) street we had to cross to get to Pine Heights, I noticed there were two girls walking toward us from the other direction. Erica said, “Oh, look! It’s Caroline and Sophie.”

And it was.

“Oh, my gosh, it’s your first day,” Sophie yelled, jumping up and down when she saw me. “This is so exciting!”

“I know,” I yelled back. Because
When someone is yelling at you with excitement, it’s polite to yell back.
This is a rule. “I’m so nervous! I have butterflies!”

“Don’t be nervous,” Caroline said. She was the first one to stop jumping. I was starting to realize this because Caroline is actually quite serious. “Just be yourself. Is this your little brother? Why is he dressed that way?”

“Because I’m a pirate,” Kevin informed her.

Caroline looked from Kevin to me.

“He’s in kindergarten,” I explained with a shrug.

“Are those your
parents
?” Sophie whispered, noticing my parents hanging around behind us. They waved, and Sophie and Caroline waved politely back.

“Just ignore them,” I said, pulling on Kevin to get us moving along again.

“They wanted to walk Allie and Kevin to school today,” Erica explained. “But Allie wouldn’t let them, so now they’re just following us.”

Other books

Jump the Gun by Zoe Burke

Sea Change by Francis Rowan

The Gift of Fury by Jackson, Richard

Signature Kill by David Levien

Family Affair by Saxon Bennett

Ray by Barry Hannah

Newborn Love (BWWM) (Interracial with Baby) by Grenier, Cristina

El manipulador by Frederick Forsyth

Little Town On The Prairie by Wilder, Laura Ingalls

Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender by Opal Carew, Portia Da Costa, Madelynne Ellis, Marie Harte, Joey Hill, T. J. Michaels, Kate Pearce, Carrie Ann Ryan, Sasha White, Emily Ryan-Davis, Jennifer Leeland