Free Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal by Barbara Park

1 / The Richiest Nanna
    My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B and that’s all.
    I am almost six years old.
    Almost six is when you ride the bus to afternoon kindergarten.
    My bestest friend named Grace rides the bus with me.
    Every day she sits right exactly next to me. ’Cause I save her a seat, that’s why.
    Saving a seat is when you zoom on the bus. And you hurry up and sit down. Andthen you quick put your feet on the seat next to you.
    After that, you keep on screaming the word “SAVED! SAVED! SAVED!” And no one even sits next to you. ’Cause who wants to sit next to a screamer? That’s what I would like to know.
    Me and that Grace have another bestest friend at school. Her name is Lucille.
    Lucille does not ride the bus with us. Her richie nanna drives her to school in a big gold car. It is called a Cattle Act, I think.
    And guess what?
    Today that big gold Cattle Act was driving right next to the school bus!
    I banged on my window very excited.
    “LUCILLE! HEY, LUCILLE! IT’S ME! IT’S JUNIE B. JONES! I AM RIGHT NEXT TO YOU ON THE SCHOOL BUS!SEE ME? SEE ME, LUCILLE? I AM BANGING ON MY WINDOW VERY EXCITED!”
    Lucille did not see me.
    “YEAH, ONLY HERE’S THE PROBLEM! YOUR NANNA JUST SPEEDED UP HER CAR. AND NOW YOU ARE ZOOMING WAY AHEAD OF THE BUS. AND SO HOW COME I AM STILL SHOUTING AT YOU? THAT’S WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW.”
    I sat down and smoothed my skirt.
    “Lucille’s nanna has a lead foot, apparently,” I said to that Grace.
    “Lucille’s nanna is rich,” she said back.
    “Lucille’s nanna is very,
very
rich,” I said. “She owns a big, giant house with a million rooms in it. And she lets Lucille’s whole entire family live there. ’Cause it isway too big for just one nanna.”
    “Wow,” said that Grace.
    “I know it is wow, Grace,” I said. “My nanna just owns a plain, old, regular house, and that’s it.”
    That Grace did a sad sigh.
    “My nanna just owns a condo in Florida,” she said.
    Then me and that Grace looked at each other very glum.
    “Our nannas are losers,” I said.
    After that, we didn’t talk the rest of the trip.
    Only guess what?
    When we got to school, we saw the nanna’s big gold car! It was parked right in the parking lot!
    Me and that Grace runned there speedy fast.
    “Lucille! Lucille! It’s me! It’s Junie B. Jones! Plus also it’s that Grace! We are running to see your richie nanna!”
    We opened the door and sticked our heads inside.
    “Hi, Nanna!” I said.
    “Hello, Nanna!” said that Grace.
    The nanna looked surprised at us.
    “Yeah, only you don’t even have to be afraid of us,” I said. “’Cause we know your grandgirl very good. Plus we won’t even harm you.”
    Me and that Grace got in the back.
    I rubbed my hand on the seat.
    “Oooo! I love this rich velvety interior,” I told her.
    I put my cheek on it.
    “These seats are ooo-la-la, Nanna,” I said.

    Lucille looked grouchy at me. “Don’t call her
nanna!
She’s
my
nanna! Not
your
nanna!”
    “Lucille!” said the nanna very shocked. “What’s gotten into you? Your little friends are darling.”
    “Yes, Lucille,” I said. “I am darling. Plus that Grace is darling. And so, back off. Right, Nanna?”
    The nanna did a loud hoot of laughing.
    “Hey! You are the friendliest nanna I ever saw!” I said. “And so maybe me and Grace can come see your richie house sometime.”
    Lucille’s nanna did another loud hoot.
    Then me and that Grace did loud hoots, too. And all of us kept on laughing and laughing.
    Only not Lucille.

2 / Excellent Work of Us
    Lucille sits at my same table in Room Nine.
    She kept on being mad at me. Only I don’t even know why.
    “That is a lovely sweater you are wearing today, Lucille,” I said very pleasant.
    She scooted her chair away from me.
    I scooted next to her.
    “Oooo. Is that sequins I see on the collar? ’Cause sequins are my favorite little, shiny, roundish beady