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Loretta Padgett…Runs!

Chapter 1

Lunchroom, Monday, 11:45 a.m. With my head buried in my smartphone and a very confused Suellen trailing behind me, I walked briskly and with grim determination into the middle school lunchroom. I was ready for action even though the duct tape holding my multicolored gym shoes together kept flapping every time I took a step. Suellen tried to hold me back by pulling on my arm, but I had a speech to make and I was not going to be stopped. I plowed through a group of students carrying trays of food, nearly knocking over two of them, climbed up onto a bench and then atop its table. “Listen up, y’all!” I demanded.  No one paid any attention—even the students sitting at the table I was standing on. Without interrupting their conversation, they picked up their trays and moved to the other side of the room. Sitting together in the back, Ms. Santos, the Spanish teacher, and Mrs. Templeton didn’t listen either. They didn’t even look up. “Loretta!” Suellen said. “What are you doing? Come down from there before Mr. Clinkscale sees you!” she said in her mild but reproachful voice. “Can’t,” I responded. “I’ve got to speak to my public.” “Your public? He’s gonna put you on detention and you won’t come out until forever!” To get the students’ attention, I stomped on the table top. The sound was drowned out by the loud jabbering of the diners, the ringing of cell phones, and the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. I stomped again and yelled at the top of my lungs, “Will y’all paaaleeze shuuuut uuuup!” Suddenly there was a stunned silence in the room. All eyes turned to me. Even the two teachers paused in their conversation to look at me. Surprised at the sudden quiet, I calmed myself and said in a meek voice, “Please?” Suellen covered her face with her hands and settled onto the table’s attached bench. Bradley, a husky, brown-haired eighth grader who was almost tall enough to play center Click here to find out how to purchase this book.
Loretta Padgett…Runs! by Rachell Elaine Jackson
©  Copyright Rachell Elaine Jackson.  All Rights Reserved.  Website design and hosting by North Mobile Internet Services, Inc.

Loretta

Padgett…Runs!

Chapter 1

Lunchroom, Monday, 11:45 a.m. With my head buried in my smartphone and a very confused Suellen trailing behind me, I walked briskly and with grim determination into the middle school lunchroom. I was ready for action even though the duct tape holding my multicolored gym shoes together kept flapping every time I took a step. Suellen tried to hold me back by pulling on my arm, but I had a speech to make and I was not going to be stopped. I plowed through a group of students carrying trays of food, nearly knocking over two of them, climbed up onto a bench and then atop its table. “Listen up, y’all!” I demanded.  No one paid any attention—even the students sitting at the table I was standing on. Without interrupting their conversation, they picked up their trays and moved to the other side of the room. Sitting together in the back, Ms. Santos, the Spanish teacher, and Mrs. Templeton didn’t listen either. They didn’t even look up. “Loretta!” Suellen said. “What are you doing? Come down from there before Mr. Clinkscale sees you!” she said in her mild but reproachful voice. “Can’t,” I responded. “I’ve got to speak to my public.” “Your public? He’s gonna put you on detention and you won’t come out until forever!” To get the students’ attention, I stomped on the table top. The sound was drowned out by the loud jabbering of the diners, the ringing of cell phones, and the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. I stomped again and yelled at the top of my lungs, “Will y’all paaaleeze shuuuut uuuup!” Suddenly there was a stunned silence in the room. All eyes turned to me. Even the two teachers paused in their conversation to look at me. Surprised at the sudden quiet, I calmed myself and said in a meek voice, “Please?” Suellen covered her face with her hands and settled onto the table’s attached bench. Bradley, a husky, brown-haired eighth grader who was almost tall enough to play center Click here to find out how to purchase this book.
Loretta Padgett…Runs! by Rachell Elaine Jackson
RachellElaineJackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens

RachellElaineJackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens