

Her long ponytail swung from side to side as she walked up to his desk.Įvan felt his face go hot. "What are you going to put on your box?" asked Megan, who was returning to her desk on the other side of the room after showing her box to their teacher, Mrs. "Suit yourself." Then she went back to her seat. "No, I don’t want your help, Miss Perfect." Jessie reached for the ruler, then said, "That’s sloppy. Why did she have to be so smart?Įvan slumped a little in his seat. Jessie was good at math and writing and science and just about everything that counted in school. It was at times like this that Evan wished his little sister wasn’t in the same fourth-grade class with him. Jessie’s decorations were so precise, they looked like they came from a factory. Lined up in neat rows were four perfect paper spirals, four curly paper rosettes, and twenty identical paper hearts. "I made spirals for the sides and flowers and hearts for the top." Evan looked over at her desk, which was in the group next to his.

All four sides and the top of the box were covered in red construction paper, and the slot on top was outlined with a perfectly measured crinkle-cut rectangle of white paper. "Can I have that?" asked Jessie on her way back to her desk group. Why did he have to decorate the shoebox anyway? Projects with scissors and paper and markers and tape. If Evan had known what would be hidden in his shoebox later that day, he might not have minded decorating it so much.īut for now, he stared at the box in disgust. Onomatopoeia (n) when a word sounds like the object it names or the sound that object makes for example: sizzle, hiccup, gurgle
