![]() And then, when one of the Mean Bees-Sonali-finally left their group because she was tired of their mean pranks, Tara had been furious at me and accused me of stealing Sonali. She and two other girls, sometimes called the Queen Bees and sometimes called the Mean Bees, had played tricks on me and on Gwen, another fourth-grader who had plenty of troubles of her own. Beck’s class the day before Valentine’s Day, Tara had been unfriendly. From the moment I’d arrived as a new student in Mr. In a flash, the second half of fourth grade played over in my head. Petite and with flashing eyes, Tara wore her usual nothing-can-stop-me attitude. “But it looks really great on you!” Tara nodded at my reflection. It was Tara James-the biggest bully in last year’s fourth-grade class. I didn’t turn around, but I glanced at the reflection behind my own. The voice sent a twinge from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. ![]() “Hey, I tried on that outfit and it looked awful.” ![]() ![]() In front of a three-panel mirror, I turned this way and that. Tryouts for the Edgewater Swim Club were on Monday-only two days away-and I wanted to keep practicing my dives from our swim raft.Īs music blared overhead, I pulled on another outfit and then stepped out of the dressing room. Though I usually love shopping with Mom for back-to-school clothes, all I wanted to do this Saturday morning was to get back to the lake. For my daughter, Kate, who continues to inspire and teach me ![]()
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