ending to a crazy week.
11
Pictures and Dorkwads
MRS. GIBSON RETURNED the next week, and everything was back to normal. Lizzy was back to sucking up to Mrs. Gibson. Graham was back to throwing out his vegetables. And David was back to moving his desk up by Mrs. Gibsonâs for doing something bad.
On Wednesday, Mr. Worley announced that class pictures would be passed out at the end of the day. I looked over at Graham. He was wiggling around in his seat and quietly clapping his hands underneath his desk. Later that day at lunch recess, Graham said, âAfter school Iâm going to trade pictures with Kelly. Are you going to get one from Heidi?â
âI donât know,â I answered.
Graham looked at me like I was crazy. âWhat do you mean you donât know?â
âI mean, I donât have a wallet like you. And besides, what if she doesnât want to give me one or doesnât want mine?â
Graham shook his head like he couldnât believe what he was hearing. âWho cares?â he said. âWhen you ask someone for their picture, thereâs no way they would say no. That would just be rude.â
âI donât know, weâll see,â I said.
Just before school ended, Mrs. Gibson passed out the pictures. We all opened them to see how we looked. Even with my girl shirt, I thought mine looked pretty good. Lizzy took out her biggest picture, the one that your mom usually hangs on the wall at home. She brought it to Mrs. Gibson.
âHere, this is for you,â Lizzy said, setting the photo on Mrs. Gibsonâs desk.
âThatâs very sweet of you, Lizzy. But I couldnât take this big pictureâyour parents would be so sad.â Lizzy looked heartbroken.
âHow about this,â Mrs. Gibson quickly added.
âWhy donât you take them home and ask your mother if she could spare one of these small pictures, and you can bring it to me tomorrow?â Now Lizzy looked thrilled.
The final bell rang, and we all stormed the doorâexcept Graham. He ran toward the back of the class to the tables where we do our art projects. Grabbing a pair of scissors, he carefully cut out one of the eight wallet-size photos from his sheet.
âCome on, man,â I said.
âAlmost done,â Graham answered. Then he threw the scissors back into the plastic tray with the other art stuff, and we ran out the door.
Once outside, Graham spied Kelly by the crosswalk.
âIâll be back,â he told me. He sprinted to catch up with her. His backpack swung around and hit Diane as he passed by.
âHey, watch it!â Diane shouted. She turned around and asked me, âWhatâs the deal with Graham?â Diane and Heidi waited for me to catch up with them.
âHeâs trying to trade pictures with Kelly,â I said. Then I thought, This is my chance. I could ask both Diane and Heidi if they wanted to trade pictures. Then it wouldnât look like I was just trying to get Heidiâs picture.
âSo do you guys want to trade pictures?â I asked.
âNo,â Diane said. âI only bought the class picture and the big one.â
âI bought the whole package, so I have eight of the small wallet pictures,â Heidi said. âBut after I give one to my grandparents, Diane, the mailman, and some of my neighbors, I donât think Iâll have any extras.â
I stood there not knowing what to think. Even the mailman gets one before me? Then I saw a smile start to spread onto Heidiâs face.
âIâm just kidding! Sure, letâs trade,â she said. Just then Graham made it back.
âSheâs going to cut one out at home and bring it to me tomorrow,â he proudly informed us. We all walked home together laughing about what the mailman would think if we asked him to trade pictures.
Another week passed, and it was like Mrs. Gibson had never even been gone. The best part was that during those