TITLE: Elly Has Talent. Or Not
GENRE: Middle Grade
Ms. Pencilskirt stops at my desk, holding out her clipboard so the signup sheet is facing me. I don't look at it. I just write even faster, pressing my number two pencil so hard it almost rips through my journal. She should know this means I'd sooner stick a fork in Justin Jameson's hair and use it to eat brussel sprouts, than I would sign my name on that form but I swear, it's like her skirt has cut off the circulation to her brain. She actually moves it—the clipboard, not the pencil skirt—even closer.
"Elly," she says, in case I haven't noticed the clipboard is blocking my right nostril, "don't you want to enter the pageant this year?"
I put down my pencil and take a deep breath. There are two kinds of girls in Devon County:
1) Those who dream of being the Devon County Winter Carnival Ice Princess so they can ride on the sleigh and stick their frozen, dripping nose up at all of the girls who aren't Devon County Winter Carnival Ice Princess, AND
I know I should tell Ms. Pencilskirt this. I should tell her that no girl in her right mind would want to sit on a moving ice sculpture and pretend she's happy about the fact that she's probably going to lose three fingers to frostbite. I should tell her that grandma Bernice didn't burn her bra so I could turn into a tiara-wearing popsicle. But I don't.