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Chapter 1 of Otherwise Known As Shelia the Great by Judy Blume

Chapter 1 of Otherwise Known As Shelia the Great by Judy Blume

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Published by: Penguin Young Readers Group on Apr 04, 2012
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I’m glad there’s only one more week of school beforesummer vacation. Today was so hot! My clothes stuckto me and my brain felt all tired out. I didn’t evenfinish my math in school. So now I have to do it forhomework.I walked into the lobby of my apartment buildingthinking how good a big, cold drink would taste. Ipushed the Up elevator button and waited. When theelevator got to the lobby Henry opened the gate andI stepped in. Just as he was about to take me upstairsPeter Hatcher and his dumb old dog came tearingdown the hall.“Wait up, Henry!” Peter called. “Here I come.”
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“Please don’t wait, Henry,” I said. “The elevator’stoo small for that dog.”But Henry opened the gate and waited. “Thiselevator can hold ten people or the equivalent,” Henrysaid. “And I figure that dog is the equivalent of a per-son and a half. So with me and you and Peter and thatdog we’ve still only got four and a half people.”Sometimes I wish Henry didn’t spend so muchtime thinking.“Hi, Henry,” Peter said. “Thanks for waiting.”“Any time, Peter,” Henry told him.“Excuse me, please,” I said, stepping out of theelevator. I held my nose. “I can’t ride up with thatdog. He stinks!”My heart was beating so loud I was sure Henry andPeter could hear it. And I know Turtle, the dog, waslaughing at me. He stuck out his tongue and lickedthe corners of his mouth. I’ll bet he could taste mealready! I walked down the hall with my head heldhigh, saying, “P.U.”Henry called, “Ten flights up is a long walk,Sheila.”“I don’t mind,” I called back.Henry was right. Ten flights up
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a long walk. By thetime I got to my floor I was huffing and puffing sohard I had to sit down on the landing and rest. Little
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drips of sweat ran from my face down to my neck.Still, I think it’s pretty smart of me to pretend that Ihate Turtle because he smells. I always hold my nosewhen I see Peter coming with him. That way Peterwill never know the truth!After a few minutes I wiped my face with the backof my hand and walked down the hall to our apart-ment. Mrs. Reese is the only person on our floor witha dog. And I don’t worry too much about her. Becauseher dog is so small she carries him around in herarms. She calls him Baby and knits him little sweatersto wear in the winter.I pushed open our apartment door and wentstraight into the kitchen to get something to drink.“Is that you, Sheila?” my mother called.“Yes,” I answered.“Did you have fun at Laurie’s?”“Yes,” I said, gulping down a whole can of apple juice.“Is it still hot out?” Mom asked.“Yes.”“Did you remember to bring home a quart of milk?”Oh oh! I knew I forgot something.“Sheila . . . did you bring home the milk?” Momcalled again.“No . . . I forgot.”
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