Emma

Emma Valdez packed up her bag and went outside to wait for the bus. It was a Monday, and Emma met up with her best friend, Callie Lodge in the bus. “Hey! Callie! Guess what!” Emma said. “Okay. I give up. Tell,” Callie said. “You know Brooklyn Zimmerman?” I happen to know she has no dad!” I was sitting down, and Callie was standing up. “No! It can’t be true!” she said. “Sit down, will you?” I asked. “Sure,” was Callie’s reply and then she sat down. When Callie and I were walking to our class, Brooklyn and her mean pals fallowed her. By the way, Brooklyn is very wealthy. “Emma dear, Callie dear, I need you to carry my books or I’ll be late,” Brooklyn said in a bossy way. Callie spoke up. “Never, at least not now or I’ll be late, too.” I could tell she was mad. We walked to Mrs. Victoria’s classroom, and it looked very different. Well, the only different part was that instead of chairs, there were beanbags! To sit on! Cool! There was also no desks but there were notebooks to write on. This is so cool, I thought. Mrs. Victoria walked in. “Why are there beanbags Mrs. Victoria?” asked this boy in the class called Ron. “Why? Kids, the beanbags are for sitting on, by golly!” Mrs. Victoria said loudly so everybody could hear. The day was slow. I met with Callie and Brooklyn at lunch.  My friend Tia and her sister Helena met up, too.  Brooklyn went to buy lunch. “Guys, let’s start a club. A cupcake club!” I whispered. “Emma, we should do it!” Callie whispered back. “Meet me at my house tomorrow. We can have a meeting,” I thought what we needed for the club. So the rest of the day, I made aprons for the gang. At 7:30 I finished sewing the aprons. It said: The cupcake club. And it had the girls’ names on it. Like one would say: Emma Valdez, or something like that. But not the something part, of course. The next day was Sunday. Sunday sounds like “Sun day” to me. English is weird the way we speak it. Callie, Tia and Helena walked into the house at noon. Mrs. Valdez gave the girls there aprons. Callie asked, “Did you make these Mrs. Valdez? There so pretty.” “No, I did not make them. Emma did,” Mrs. Valdez replied. “Is that true Emma?” asked Tia. “Yes, it is,” I said. I think Callie liked the aprons the most. Then Brooklyn rang the doorbell. Oh, no. What would she do? I opened the door. Brooklyn said as she walked in: “Where’s my apron?” Double oh, no. “Uh… well I don’t see one,” I said honestly. “Will you sew me one?” Brooklyn asked. I didn’t want her in the club. She’s too bossy. And mean. I didn’t know what to say or do. But Tia spoke up. “Oh, Miss Brooklyn. We can’t. Miss Brooklyn, you know, it takes a lot of work to sew an apron. You should try it and see.” Wow! I thought. Tia is usually shy. But today no.” N-O spells no,” Brooklyn said. “But I’m leaving. So ta-ta.” “Tia! Thank you so much!” I said. “Thanks,” she said. I told everybody that we were going to make chocolate, and red velvet with caramel to see if this club was going to work out. Then I told them we would sell the cupcakes for 1.00 each. Helena was good at math, so if we made twenty of each, that would be… lets see… 40.00, but  00.50 for frosting. They would make 20.00. 20.00?!! They needed more than 20.00. “We need more than 20.00!” I said. “Maybe I could sell stories,” Callie said. “One page stories. They could cost 5.00 if there were twenty stories.” “Okay,” I smiled. Callie is such a good friend. Callie made stories like, The frog, The owl howl, The dog bark, The four eyed dog and Moving Perry. Callie made copies instead of new stories. What good thinking, I thought. Callie made twenty copies, and we sold everything. In total they made 120.00. Wow! Thanks to Callie they made 100.00 extra dollars. “Oh, Callie, thanks so much! You are a true friend!” I said. The days went by, and the club got better. But when Emma heard Callie was moving to Alaska, she nearly cried. Callie did, too. Callie moved to Alaska, but they still kept in touch. Oh, poor Emma and Callie! BFFs [that means Callie and Emma] that moved away from each other! Crazy! Now I must go. To take a rest! Bye-Bye!