Someday Angeline (Avon/Camelot Book)
Louis Sachar
Language: English
Pages: 192
ISBN: 0380834448
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Nobody understands why Angeline is so smart. She could read the first time she picked up a book, she can play the piano without ever having had a lesson, and she even knows what the weather is going to be. But being smart is causing Angeline nothing but trouble. The mean kids in school call her a freak, her teacher finds her troublesome, and even her own father doesn't know what to do with an eight-year-old girl who seems to be a genius. Angeline doesn't want to be either a genius or a freak. She just wants the chance to be herself and be happy. But it's only when she makes friends with a boy the kids call "Goon" and the teacher they call "Mr. Bone" that Angeline gets that chance.
bus seat and I wouldn’t have to go to school.” “Mr. Bone would never write a note like that,” said Angeline. “No, I guess not.” “Besides, if I had Mr. Bone for a teacher, I’d like school.” “I guess,” said Gary. “But it was a lot better when you were there too.” “I just don’t fit in at school,” said Angeline, “not like at the aquarium. At school, everyone calls me a freak.” “They call me a goon,” said Gary. “You call yourself that,” said Angeline. “I guess I’ll always be a goon,” said
get it wrong when she had the answer written right there in front of her. Mrs. Hardlick called on Angeline several more times. “What was Mark Twain’s real name?” “Clark Kent.” “How much is twelve times twelve?” “Twelve.” “No, I can see how you reached that answer but I’m afraid it is incorrect. It shows you were thinking.” “Thank you, Mrs. Hardlick,” said Angeline. She was glad that she’d be out of this classroom and away from Mrs. Hardlick in a couple of days. Even though she had
had no problems,” she assured him. “Well, I just thought I’d call and make sure,” he said. “Thank you, Abel. That is very sweet.” “Okay, fine,” he said, thinking that he could now say good-bye to her and then tell Gus that she didn’t want to go out with him because of the psychological problems it would cause for Angeline. “Is that all?” Melissa asked him. He paused. “Yes. No.” He took a breath. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” “Tonight?” “Yes. See, I wanted to go out with
Melissa. “I was afraid something might have happened in Mrs. Hardlick’s class.” “I think,” Abel muttered. “I don’t—she’s a great hider. She’s in the apartment somewhere.” He didn’t sound so sure anymore. “Have you tried the aquarium?” asked Melissa. Abel called the aquarium. “Angeline Persopolis,” he told them. “She’s eight years old, has black hair and green eyes.” He hung up the phone. “They know who she is,” he informed Gus and Melissa, “but they haven’t seen her today.” “She’ll be all
tried giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation but she didn’t respond, so he picked her up and ran in his wet socks across the beach to the liquor store on the other side of the street. “Howdy, Cool Breezer,” the man behind the counter said. “You look like you need some brew. Who’s your little friend?” “Call an ambulance,” Cool Breezer said, then collapsed on the floor. “I’m sorry,” he said when he finished telling them what had happened. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” said Melissa. “You