Breakfast

When I am feeling like a superhero I like to have French toast for breakfast; otherwise I just eat a bagel or cereal. If Mom were a detective she would say, "How come you're always up to something when we have French toast for breakfast?" But she isn't, so she says, "French toast? That's a nice change. We haven't had French toast since that time your dad broke his toe."

When I got to school I could totally see what the disgusting Sammy Stringer had had for breakfast. It was all over his yellow shirt.

"What's the matter? Do you want some?" He pointed to a brown sticky part and made smacking sounds with his lips.

I gave him my best I-wish-you-would-melt-into-a-puddle-of-goo look and walked away. Mimi and I have been practicing different looks, because you never know when you might need one. You always have to be ready!

"Just Grace, Just Grace, you are so..." Sammy probably couldn't think of a rhyme because he was quiet for too many seconds and then he said, "...green."

Green isn't even something silly or clever or funny—it is nothing. So what if I was wearing a green shirt? How Sammy Stringer can be so annoying all the time is a question I will never be able to answer! Sometimes I look at him and I can't help it, but I feel like I hate him and feel a little bit sorry for him both at the same time. I don't like it when the inside parts of you don't match up with what the brain part of you thinks. If there were a medicine to make this go away I would take it, even if it was cherry flavor, which tastes terrible and is not my favorite.