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    “That’s baby,” one of the boys says. “That’s for little kids. We read chapter books now.”
    Mrs. Holt smiles at him. “It’s never baby to read a good book.”
    We all wait to hear the book and decide for ourselves.
    Because it is Amelia Earhart’s birthday, Mrs. Holt reads
Amelia and Eleanor Go for a Ride
by Pam Muñoz Ryan. She also shows us the illustrations. I wish that I could draw like Brian Selznick.

    After she is done, we all decide that a good book is a good book.
    Mrs. Holt says, “Class…. now we have a special surprise!”
    She goes over to the intercom phone and picks it up. “Hello. This is Mrs. Holt. Would you please ask my friends to come to our class now?”
    She puts down the phone, and we all wait to find out who the friends are.
    The people walk in.
    Some of the kids yell out, “Mom.”
    That’s because their moms have walked in.
    Their moms are the room mothers.
    Mine isn’t because she has to work.
    I’m glad she isn’t because I definitely don’t want to see her now.
    The moms just stand there while Mrs. Holt says to us, “Listen carefully…. Todayis ‘a fruit comes apart’ day. Can you think of another way to express that? If someone in this room can, we can celebrate.”
    I think about it…. a fruit comes apart.
    Vinnie yells, “Apple turnover.”
    Mrs. Holt shakes her head no.
    Everyone is quiet, trying to think about it.
    I keep saying a fruit comes apart…a fruit comes apart…a fruit comes apart…
    “Blueberry crumble.” Hannah sounds very proud of herself.
    “Very good,” Mrs. Holt says, “but in this case, not correct.”
    Hannah looks crumbled.
    Again, I say to myself, “A fruit comes apart.” And then I figure it out.
    “Banana splits!” I yell.
    Mrs. Holt smiles and then goes over to the board and writes out:
    January 11 is
Banana Split Day!
    “Hooray for Amber.” Brandi claps her hands.
    I smile at my friend.
    The moms set up a table with banana split ingredients.
    We all go over to the table and tell them what we want.
    I get to go first because I guessed.
    My day is getting better.
    I wish that every day could be Banana Split Day.
    When we are all finished, the room gets cleaned up, and we all sit down again.
    The moms go out of the room.
    We all wave good-bye and smile at them.
    Then Mrs. Holt writes our homework assignment on the board.
    Since today is International
Thank you Day, write a thank-you
letter to someone you know.
Bring it in tomorrow.
    This assignment does not make me happy.
    Who am I going to write to?….. Not my mom, not my dad, not Max….. There’s nothing that I want to thank them for, not today.
    I think about writing to Mrs. Holt, but I bet a lot of people are going to write to her.
    I make my decision.
    I’m going to write a thank-you note to Mr. Robinson….. to thank him for listening to me, for teaching me how to make a Twizzler straw and for saying that he is going to talk to Mom.
    I am thankful that there is someone that I want to write a thank-you note to.

Chapter
Nine

    Kelly Green and Brandi Colwin come up to me after school. “Amber, are you all right?”
    I nod my head yes and then I shake my head no.
    They are my two best friends in the whole school, in the whole town, in the whole state of New Jersey.
    They can’t be my two best friends in the country or in the world…. because of Justin Daniels, who is my best friend who moved away in third grade, all the way to Alabama.
    Justin is my best friend in Alabama. In fact, he is my only friend in Alabama. I miss his mom and his dad and his little brother, but they are not my best friends.
    Anyway, I have three best friends and Kelly and Brandi are the ones who I see all the time. They are the best friends who like to talk on the phone, who like to put on nail polish with me, who I can really talk about my feelings with. Justin is not good at those things…. but he is very good at having fun and at making me laugh and for knowing me for my entire life.
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