"No, you did not."
"Yes, I did too. And anyway, you shouldn"t even be in this line. "Cause girls can"t throw sponges as good as boys," he said.
"Yes, they can too!" I said. ""Cause I even practiced this game at my house. And I made a bull"s-eye right in my toilet pot. So there!"
That mean Jim laughed real loud.
"P.U.! JUNIE B. JONES PLAYS IN HER TOILET!" he hollered.
And so all the other kids started laughing, too.
Just then, the sponge lady tapped on me. She handed me two soaky wet sponges.
"Your turn, sister," she said.
Only I just kept standing there and standing there. "Cause all those meanie kids wouldn"t stop laughing.
"Guess what? I don"t even know if I can throw these things now. "Cause all that laughing is ruining my self-steam," I said.
"Sorry, sis. Either throw the sponges or get out of line," the lady told me.
And so finally I took a big breath. And I aimed my sponge at Princ.i.p.al"s baldy head. And I throwed with all my muscles.
"MISSSSED HIM! YOU MISSSSED HIM! HA-HAHA-HA-HAAAA-HAAAA," sang that Jim I hate.
That"s how come my temperature boiled over.
And I quick spun around.
And I throwed my other sponge right at that meanie boy"s face!
It hit him right in the kisser!
"BULL"S-EYE!" I shouted very happy.
Then I runned out of that place as fast as I could. "Cause I was in big trouble, that"s why.
"Junie B. Jones!" yelled Mother.
"Junie B. Jones!" yelled Daddy.
I runned and runned till I saw the giant Moon Walk Tent.
Then I quick climbed inside of it. And I throwed my shoes out the door. "Cause of no shoes allowed in there.
The Moon Walk Tent is like a big puffy house. You can jump far and wide in that place.
I jumped and jumped till sweat came on my head.
"This is the funnest jumping I ever saw!" I said very springy.
Except for just then the tent lady blew her whistle.
"Time"s up!" she yelled.
I peeked out the door.
Mother and Daddy were waiting for me.
They weren"t smiling.
"I think I"ll stay in here," I said.
Only just then, Daddy came over. And he lifted me right out the door.
I smiled very pleasant.
"h.e.l.lo. How are you today?" I said.
But Daddy didn"t say h.e.l.lo. He just carried me right back to that mean Jim.
Then he made me say a "pology to him. And also to his mother.
"Sorry I throwed a sponge at your meanie boy"s face," I said.
Daddy rolled his eyes way far back in his head. He carried me back to the Moon Walk Tent again.
"Get your shoes," he said. "We"re going home."
"Yeah, only I was just starting to have fun," I said. "Plus I didn"t even do the Cake Walk yet. And it is in my very own Room Nine."
"I told you to get your shoes," said Daddy very grumpity.
And so I went to the shoe pile. But I could only find one shoe. And not the other one.
I tapped on the tent lady.
"Can you help me find my other shoe? See what they look like? They are shiny and black with a strap that buckles. Their name is pat-and-leather."
Then me and her and Mother and Daddy looked for my other shoe. But we couldn"t find it anywhere.
"Darn it," I said. "Now my feet are ruined."
I started to cry a teeny bit.
Then Daddy smoothed my hair. And he said the word don"t worry don"t worry.
"You and Mother go on to the Cake Walk," he said. "I"ll stay here and find your other shoe."
And so then Mother holded my hand.
And me and her walked to Room Nine.
With just pat.
And no leather.
7/Winning!!!
Room Nine looked very fun. Music was playing in that place. And children were marching in a circle.
They were stepping on big squares of paper with numbers on them.
"That"s the Cake Walk," Mother explained. "You walk around in a circle until the lady stops the music. Then she pulls a number out of a hat. And if you"re standing on the square with the same number, you win a cake."
Mother pointed to a table with cakes on it.
"See all the delicious cakes you have to choose from?" she said.
I looked at all the delicious cakes.
Then my mouth got very watering. And I did a little bit of drool on myself.
All of a sudden, the music stopped. And all of the children stopped, too.
The cake lady reached into a hat. She pulled out a number.
"Number five!" she said very loud.
"HEY! THAT"S ME! I"M ON FIVE!" shouted a boy with red hair.
Then he ran right to the cake table and picked out a chocolate one for his prize.
"Yum!" I said. "This looks like the most delicious game I ever saw!"
I gave the cake lady my ticket.
"Guess what?" I said. "This is my last chance to win a prize. Except for I won a comb. And also I got to throw a sponge at a kid I hate. Plus I jumped till sweat came on my head. But then I couldn"t find my shoe named leather. And so that"s how come I have a sock foot."
The lady looked funny at me. "Yes, well, uh, good luck to you," she said.
"Good luck to you, too," I said back.
Then I skipped very fast to the squares with the numbers on them.
"OKAY! READY ANYTIME YOU ARE!" I yelled.
But the cake lady kept on waiting and waiting for other kids to come.
It took a very long time. That"s how come I got ants in my pants.
I did huffing and puffing.
Then I folded my arms.
And I tapped my foot very fast.
"HEY, I"M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER OVER HERE," I shouted.
Finally, the cake lady clapped her hands.
"Boys and girls. I"m going to start the music now. And I would like you to march in an orderly circle. But remember, as soon as the music stops, you stop too."
After that, she turned the music way loud.
I did my bestest marching. My feet were very bouncing. And my knees went way high in the air.
Then all of a sudden-just like before-the music stopped. And all the children stopped, too.
The cake lady reached into her hat.
"Number three!" she hollered out.
I looked down at my square.
"HEY! IT"S ME! IT"S ME! LOOK! I"M STANDING ON THE NUMBER THREE! AND SO I"M THE WINNER, I THINK!"
Mother clapped her hands.
"It is is you! You you! You are are the winner!" she yelled. the winner!" she yelled.
She had relief on her face.
"Go pick out a cake! Any cake you want!" she said.
I zoomed to the cake table and looked at all the yummy flavors.
There was chocolate. And orange. And lemon. And white. And coconutty. And cupcakes. And doughnuts. And brownies.
Also, there was a secret cake wrapped in shiny aluminum foil!
"What kind is that one?" I asked.
The cake lady wrinkled her nose. "Oh, I don"t think you want that one. That one is a fruitcake," she said.