Fabulous Five 014 - The Seventh-Grade Menace Read Online Free PDF

Katie.
    Jana stared at her friend. "Well, if you think it was
an accident, why are you so mad? That's not like you."
    "I didn't say I thought it was an accident. I said, I
didn't think she intended to spill it on me. What I think is, she wanted to
spill the milk on your petitions. I think she's after you, and that's what
makes me mad."
    Jana's jaw dropped open. " Me? Why me? Just
because I might have seen her take the folder from Whitney Larkin? That doesn't
make sense. Whitney hasn't turned her in. She can't prove Geena took her
homework."
    "I don't know what her reasons are," said Katie. "But
I think you had better watch out for her."
    Jana stared at her friend. It didn't make sense. Was Geena really doing these terrible things on purpose? Neither Jana nor Whitney had done
anything to make Geena mad at them. There had to be an explanation. But try as
hard as she could, Jana couldn't think of one.

CHAPTER 6
    Jana flattened her petitions on the office counter as well
as she could as she and Randy waited for Miss Simone to finish her telephone
conversation. Christie, Beth, and Melanie had wiped most of the chocolate stain
off of them while she was getting the gym shirt for Katie, but the papers were
badly wrinkled and some of the names that were written in ink were smeared.
    "What can I do for you two?" asked Miss Simone,
hanging up the telephone and coming to the counter.
    "We'd like to file these petitions for The Wigwam Mr.
and Miss Seventh Grade contest, if they're not too messed up," answered
Jana. She was tempted to explain why they were so wrinkled, but she didn't. There
wasn't any use stirring up things any more than they already were.
    Miss Simone took the papers, and Jana could see a smile
dancing at the corners of her mouth as she counted the names. "All the
signatures are still legible, but we'll need to check them for duplicates.
However, I think these will be just fine. I'll let you know if there are any
problems."
    "Thanks!" Jana and Randy said in unison.
    "Uh, Miss Simone. Has anyone else turned in a petition
for the seventh-grade contests?" asked Jana.
    "Let me see. No, not yet."
    "Thanks again," said Jana, giving her a big smile.
    "Just think!" Jana said to Randy when they were
out in the hall. "What if no one else runs? Then they wouldn't have to
have an election for the seventh grade."
    "Yeah," Randy agreed. "But if no one else
runs, what does it prove? It certainly wouldn't mean we're the most popular boy
and girl in the seventh grade. Besides, I'm not sure I want to know how popular
I am. Being popular doesn't mean you're the best person."
    Jana looked up at him. He was serious. "I agree,"
she said, nodding. "If we win, it would just mean we have a lot of
friends. I know a lot of people that I think are at least as good as me. Katie
is so fair and honest; Christie is brainy and popular; Beth is always taking up
causes to help people, like the American Indians; and Melanie is so sweet, and
she's the one who wanted to save the animals at the shelter." Jana looked
into Randy's eyes. "And then there's you. You've got to be the kindest,
sincerest person I know."
    Randy's face turned a light shade of pink, and Jana giggled.
"You're blushing," she said.
    "It's nice that you think so," he said, looking
embarrassed, "but I don't think I can live up to that kind of publicity."
Then his eyes softened, and he said, "It's great that you think so."
    Jana floated down the hall on her way to her next class. Randy
was fantastic. She felt Iucky to be going with him.
    As she turned a corner, she slammed into Geena McNatt. Both
girls' books scattered across the floor, and Jana grabbed at the wall to keep
from falling.
    "You did it again !" shouted Geena. "Don't
you ever look where you're going?"
    "Me?" Jana was shouting back. "I was
just walking like any normal human being."
    "Are you saying I'm not normal?"
    Jana had never seen such anger in a person's eyes. She
struggled to regain control of herself. She wasn't going to