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She did not want to argue with her mom, not now. ” Actually, this was not strictly true. She and Jack had made no plans. But they didn’t need to make plans, for there was a thick layer of snow on the ground and hills to sled down. Plus she owed him a good pounding with a snowball. “I thought perhaps you’d like to go hang out with Adelaide,” her mother continued, as if she had not spoken. “She’s such a nice girl. ” “I know, but you can sled with Jack another time. . ” Hazel flushed. With girls, her mother meant.
Jacobs stood, and out onto the white fields where Mr. Williams’s class already roamed in their winter puffiness. The snow had stopped coming down now. But the ground was thick with it, and half the fifth graders of Lovelace Elementary hurled themselves into it while the other half lifted their feet in and out of it warily, like they were treading on some hostile alien moon. And there was Jack, waiting for her by the big slide, as he almost always was. Every few days he’d go play capture the flag or football with Bobby and Tyler and the other boys to keep them from getting sulky.
From the superhero batter’s box came the sound of Jack cracking up. Hazel smiled. The girls’ faces were identical masks of affront—because it was certainly bad enough to be called names when you were just innocently trying to be obnoxious, but far worse to be called something that, just an hour earlier, you had specifically established as dorky. They shook their heads, and then turned and walked away. Thwack. ” Hazel shouted, grabbing her shoulder where the snowball had hit. The bell rang. Jack and Hazel fell in next to each other as they moved their way back into school, just a little separate from everyone else.
Arthur Writes a Story