Spirit Week Showdown

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Author: Crystal Allen
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it. I’d never call them that to their faces, but there is so much proof.
    Why else would Mr. and Mrs. Falling name their twins Starr and Skye unless they fell down to Earth from another planet?
    They are always together and never disagree.
    They eat the same foods, dance the same way, and wear matching outfits.
    They both have blond hair, blond eyebrows,freckles, little noses, and tiny lips.
    If one gets in trouble and cries, the other one cries, too.
    Two weeks later, I found out their parents opened the Bluebonnet Hunting Gear and Observatory, in between Dad’s store and the Burger Bar, home of the Cobb burger. That burger is gross. It’s a hamburger with eggs, coleslaw, onions, barbecue sauce, and beans right on the bun! Since she’s been pregnant, Mom has had one every day with extra onions.
    â€œHi, Naomi, hi, Mya,” says Starr.
    â€œHey, Naomi, hey, Mya,” says Skye.
    I lift my wrist. “Hi. Look what I made last night.”
    They touch my bracelet and smile. Naomi’s eyes light up. “OMG, Mya! That looks like it came out of a jewelry store. Will you make me a red one?”
    â€œSure.” I whisper to the twins. “Mean Connie tried to start a fight with Naomi in the Cave.”
    We all glare at Connie. I keep waiting for her to get a dragon tattoo on her neck or a snake ring in her eyebrow and look like a real bully. I whisper to Naomi. “Before she got here, we didn’t have any bullies. And she’s a slick one, because you wouldn’t even know she was a bully by looking at her. She doesn’t even dress like a bully. She wears really cute clothes.”
    â€œThose are the worst kind. She’s got bully bacteria. I’m sure of it,” says Naomi.
    I’ve never heard of bully bacteria, but it sounds like a real disease. The bell rings and we rush to our seats. Mrs. Davis closes the door, and the intercom squeaks to life. “Good morning, It’s a beautiful day here at Young Elementary School! Yes, yes, yes it is! Now, let’s all stand for the Pledge of Allegiance.”
    Mr. Winky likes to say our school’s initials since they spell Y.E.S.
    After the pledge, he continues. “Spirit Week is almost here, so pick up a copy of the Spirit Week schedule from your teacher. This morning you will learn the Spirit Week rules. On a different note, let’s congratulate our very own Naomi Jackson, winner of the Junior Miss Lone Star Pageant! We are all so proud of her! Today’s cafeteria menu includes fabulous fish sticks, marvelous mashed potatoes, and a beautiful beet salad. This concludes the announcements.”
    I can’t help but smile at Naomi, sitting at her desk, wearing a pretty blue dress that only a princess should wear. Her skin reminds me of the caramel on my Halloween apples, but I think it’s her amazing green eyes that made the pageant judges give her the first-place trophy.
    Mrs. Davis hands each of us a paper. “Class, let’s go over the rules for Spirit Week.”
    â€¢ • • SPIRIT WEEK RULES • • •
    Classroom teachers will award daily points for the following:
    5 POINTS to the Spirit Week partners who:
    Have the best Spirit Week costumes and/or presentation; and,
    2 POINTS to Spirit Week “challenge” winners.
    *Only one challenge per team, per day.
    Acceptable Challenges: You may challenge another set of Spirit Week partners in your class to:
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  1.   A dance competition: Music will be provided by the competitors. (All dance challenges must take place during recess.)
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  2.   Three spelling words or one math question (to be determined by your teacher).
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â  3.   Cafeteria entertainment: No longer than three minutes.
    1 POINT to all partners who participate in Spirit

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