Chapter 8 Lunchtime
Chapter 8 Lunchtime Chapter 8 Lunchtime Being a helper is not a breeze. After the lunch bell rang, big kids started coming into the kitchen. Two of them pointed at my hair net. They called me the name of Freak-a-zoid. I felt very crumbling inside. "Now I'm not even going to greet you," I said real quiet. After that, I tattletaled to Mrs. Gutzman. And she grouched at those boys. Plus also, she said I didn't have to greet people. Instead, she said I could sponge the counter. I hurried ov
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Chapter 8 Lunchtime
Chapter 8 Lunchtime
Being a helper is not a breeze.
After the lunch bell rang, big kids started coming into the kitchen.
Two of them pointed at my hair net. They called me the name of Freak-a-zoid.
I felt very crumbling inside. "Now I'm not even going to greet you," I said real quiet.
After that, I tattletaled to Mrs. Gutzman. And she grouched at those boys.Plus also, she said I didn't have to greet people.
Instead, she said I could sponge the counter. I hurried over there my fastest.
Then I sponged and sponged until the big kids were gone.
Pretty soon, I looked at the door again.
And guess what? I saw my friends from Room One!
I saw Herb and Lennie and José and Shirley and Roger!They were at the counter with their trays! I ran over to them speedy quick.
"Hello, everyone! Hello! Hello! Look at me!See me working in here? I am being a helper! See?" I said.
All of them smiled and waved. "Hi, Junie B.! Hi!" they said. I skipped around in a circle.
"See my outfit? I am a real professional lunch maker! See? I look just like Mrs. Gutzman!"
