Freckle Juice
“My favorite freckle face Andrew Marcus wanted freckles. Nicky Lane had freckles. He had about a million of them. They covered his face, his ears and the back of his neck. Andrew didn't have any freckles. He had two warts on his finger. But they didn't do him any good at all. If he had freckles like Nicky, his mother would never know if his neck was dirty. So he wouldn't have to wash. And then he'd never be late for school.
Andrew had plenty of time to look at Nicky's freckles. He sat right behind him in class. Once he even tried to count them. But when he got to eighty-six Miss Kelly called, “Andrew . . . are you paying attention?”
“Yes, Miss Kelly,” Andrew said.
“Good, Andrew. I'm glad to hear that. Now will you please pick up your chair and join your reading group? We're all waiting for you.”
Andrew stood up in a hurry. His reading group giggled. Especially Sharon. He couldn't stand that Sharon.
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