he’d never let me forget it. So do u have any brilliant ideas for us? Ur wicked good @ computers, I can tell. Once again, I need ur help.
SO … HELP!!!!!
Yours till the web pages,
MadFinn
Chapter 3
THE CONTEST
What a week! Fiona and I have been going bananas trying to figure out what to do for our webpage. We’ve had all these ideas, but it seems like everything we come up with is waaaaay too complicated. Like, I wanted to have a chat room, so people could discuss their homework. Good idea, right?
Wrong.
It’s impossible to build, plus we’d need a 24-hour moderator … so that’s out.
Fiona said we should have some funky graphics; maybe design our own stuff. But the software we’d need is seriously expensive. More than $300—on sale! I still think we can find something online for free, but what if we download something that has a virus?
It feels like our list of a billion ideas = a big zero. I wonder what Chet and Egg are doing? Fiona has been trying to pull some 007 on them, but she hasn’t had much luck. Which is fine by me. Part of me doesn’t even WANT to know what they’re up to.
Rude Awakening:
It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye—or a contest. I know winning isn’t everything … it’s just the only thing you can think about when you’re losing!
I hope Bigwheels writes back soon. I need MORE inspiration! We have to win! I can’t take Egg’s bragging for the rest of junior high.
HELP!
“I don’t know, Maddie,” Madison’s father’s voice cut into her thoughts. “I think that this dinner might be a big mis -steak.”
Madison sighed and placed her elbows on the kitchen table, cradling her chin in her hands.
“Not even a courtesy chuckle?” Dad asked from his place by the stove.
Madison gave him a lopsided smile. “Maybe if you didn’t crack the same joke every time you made steak for dinner—”
“Hey,” Dad protested, “I’m like glue, Maddie. When I get a good joke, I stick with it.”
Madison didn’t laugh even though she was happy to be hanging with Dad right now. He’d just gotten back from a business trip, so Madison and Phin were staying with him instead of Aimee tonight. Whenever Madison stayed over, Dad acted like it was a special occasion. He was even making her favorite dinner—steak and french fries.
Best of all, Madison had her father all to herself. Lately, Dad always wanted to hang out as a threesome with his girlfriend, Stephanie. Madison liked Stephanie—a lot. But, sometimes she wanted to be a Dad hog. Tonight was one of those times.
Dad flipped the steak, which let out an angry hiss. The delicious smell of grilled meat filled the kitchen and Madison’s stomach let out a growl. “Will it be ready soon?” she asked eagerly.
“Yep,” Dad replied. “Better clear the table.”
Madison powered down her laptop and stuck it into her bag. Then she got out the place mats and set the small table that sat in the corner of the kitchen.
“Dinner is served,” Dad said as he placed the plates on the table.
Madison took a fry and popped it into her mouth. “Mmm.” Dad’s fries always came out perfect—extra-salty, just the way Madison liked them.
“Hey!” Dad protested, “Wait for me to—ketch up!” He held out a bottle of Heinz ketchup as Madison rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Hmm,” Dad said as he settled into his seat. “That makes a few no-laughs in a row. Is everything okay, sweetie?”
Madison sighed. Dad was so good at knowing how she was feeling. “It’s just that Fiona and I entered this contest. We’re supposed to design a webpage … and it’s a little harder than we thought it would be.”
“Bit off more than you could chew, eh?” Dad asked as Madison bit into a piece of steak. That actually made Madison laugh a little, and for a minute she was so busy trying to chew and laugh at the same time that she nearly choked.
“Dad—I’m being serious!” Madison protested as she took a drink and
SO … HELP!!!!!
Yours till the web pages,
MadFinn
Chapter 3
THE CONTEST
What a week! Fiona and I have been going bananas trying to figure out what to do for our webpage. We’ve had all these ideas, but it seems like everything we come up with is waaaaay too complicated. Like, I wanted to have a chat room, so people could discuss their homework. Good idea, right?
Wrong.
It’s impossible to build, plus we’d need a 24-hour moderator … so that’s out.
Fiona said we should have some funky graphics; maybe design our own stuff. But the software we’d need is seriously expensive. More than $300—on sale! I still think we can find something online for free, but what if we download something that has a virus?
It feels like our list of a billion ideas = a big zero. I wonder what Chet and Egg are doing? Fiona has been trying to pull some 007 on them, but she hasn’t had much luck. Which is fine by me. Part of me doesn’t even WANT to know what they’re up to.
Rude Awakening:
It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye—or a contest. I know winning isn’t everything … it’s just the only thing you can think about when you’re losing!
I hope Bigwheels writes back soon. I need MORE inspiration! We have to win! I can’t take Egg’s bragging for the rest of junior high.
HELP!
“I don’t know, Maddie,” Madison’s father’s voice cut into her thoughts. “I think that this dinner might be a big mis -steak.”
Madison sighed and placed her elbows on the kitchen table, cradling her chin in her hands.
“Not even a courtesy chuckle?” Dad asked from his place by the stove.
Madison gave him a lopsided smile. “Maybe if you didn’t crack the same joke every time you made steak for dinner—”
“Hey,” Dad protested, “I’m like glue, Maddie. When I get a good joke, I stick with it.”
Madison didn’t laugh even though she was happy to be hanging with Dad right now. He’d just gotten back from a business trip, so Madison and Phin were staying with him instead of Aimee tonight. Whenever Madison stayed over, Dad acted like it was a special occasion. He was even making her favorite dinner—steak and french fries.
Best of all, Madison had her father all to herself. Lately, Dad always wanted to hang out as a threesome with his girlfriend, Stephanie. Madison liked Stephanie—a lot. But, sometimes she wanted to be a Dad hog. Tonight was one of those times.
Dad flipped the steak, which let out an angry hiss. The delicious smell of grilled meat filled the kitchen and Madison’s stomach let out a growl. “Will it be ready soon?” she asked eagerly.
“Yep,” Dad replied. “Better clear the table.”
Madison powered down her laptop and stuck it into her bag. Then she got out the place mats and set the small table that sat in the corner of the kitchen.
“Dinner is served,” Dad said as he placed the plates on the table.
Madison took a fry and popped it into her mouth. “Mmm.” Dad’s fries always came out perfect—extra-salty, just the way Madison liked them.
“Hey!” Dad protested, “Wait for me to—ketch up!” He held out a bottle of Heinz ketchup as Madison rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Hmm,” Dad said as he settled into his seat. “That makes a few no-laughs in a row. Is everything okay, sweetie?”
Madison sighed. Dad was so good at knowing how she was feeling. “It’s just that Fiona and I entered this contest. We’re supposed to design a webpage … and it’s a little harder than we thought it would be.”
“Bit off more than you could chew, eh?” Dad asked as Madison bit into a piece of steak. That actually made Madison laugh a little, and for a minute she was so busy trying to chew and laugh at the same time that she nearly choked.
“Dad—I’m being serious!” Madison protested as she took a drink and
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