Chapter 1

Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity. Good. His dad had the pickup going. He could get up now. Jess slid out of bed and into his overalls (clothing that covers the whole body and that painters or mechanics use so they don't get dirty). He didn't worry about a shirt because once he began running he would be hot as popping grease even if the morning air was chill (cool), or shoes because the bottoms of his feet were by now as tough as his worn-out sneakers.

"Where you going, Jess?" May Belle lifted herself up sleepily from the double bed where she and Joyce Ann slept.

"Sh." He warned. The walls were thin. Momma would be mad as flies in a fruit jar if they woke her up this time of day.

He patted May Belle's hair and yanked (pulled) the twisted sheet up to her small chin. "Just over the cow field," he whispered. May Belle smiled and snuggled down (got) under the sheet.

"Gonna run?"

"Maybe."

Of course he was going to run. He had gotten up early every day all summer to run. He figured if he worked at it - and Lord, had he worked, he could be the fastest runner in the fifth grade when school opened up. He had to be the fastest-not one of the fastest or next to the fastest, but the fastest. The very best.

He tiptoed out of the house. The place was so ratty that it screeched whenever you put your foot down, but Jess had found that if you tiptoed, it gave only a low moan, and he could usually get outdoors without waking Momma or Ellie or Brenda or Joyce Ann. May Belle was another matter. She was going on seven, and she worshiped (think as a god) him, which was OK sometimes.

When you were the only boy smashed between four sisters, and the older two had despised you ever since you stopped letting them dress you up and wheel you around in their rusty old doll carriage, and the littlest one cried if you looked at her cross-eyed, it was nice to have somebody who worshiped (think as a god) you. Even if it got unhandy sometimes.

He began to trot across the yard. His breath was coming out in little puffs-cold for August. But it was early yet. By noontime when his mom would have him out working, it would be hot enough. Miss Bessie stared at him sleepily as he climbed across the scrap heap, over the fence, and into the cow field. "Moo," she said, looking for all the world like another May Belle with her big, brown droopy eyes.

"Hey, Miss Bessie," Jess said soothingly (smoothly). "Just go on back to sleep."

Miss Bessie strolled over to a greenish patch - most of the field was brown and dry - and

yanked up a mouthful.

"That's a girl. Just eat your breakfast. Don't pay me no mind."

He always started at the northwest corner of the field, crouched over like the runners he had seen on Wide World of Sports.

"Bang," he said, and took off flying around the cow field. Miss Bessie strolled toward the center, still following him with her droopy eyes, chewing slowly. She didn't look very smart, even for a cow, but she was plenty bright enough to get out of Jess's way.

His straw-colored hair flapped hard against his forehead, and his arms and legs flew out every which way. He had never learned to run properly, but he was long-legged for a ten-year-old, and no one had more grit (courage) than he.

Lark Creek Elementary was short on everything, especially athletic equipment, so all the balls went to the upper grades at recess time after lunch. Even if a fifth grader started out the period with a ball, it was sure to be in the hands of a sixth or seventh grader before the hour was half over. The older boys always took the dry center of the upper field for their ball games, while the girls claimed the small top section for hopscotch and jump rope and hanging around talking. So the lower-grade boys had started this running thing. They would all line up on the far side of the lower field, where it was either muddy or deep crusty ruts (deep marks of wheels on the ground). Earle Watson who was no good at running, but had a big mouth, would yell "Bang!" and they'd race to a line they'd toed across at the other end.

One time last year Jesse had won. Not just the first heat but the whole shebang (the thing). Only once. But it had put into his mouth a taste for winning. Ever since he'd been in first grade he'd been that "crazy little kid that draws all the time." But one day - April the twenty-second, a drizzly (rainy) Monday, it had been - he ran ahead of them all, the red mud slooshing up (coming out) through the holes in the bottom of his sneakers.

For the rest of that day, and until after lunch on the next, he had been "the fastest kid in the third, fourth, and fifth grades," arid he only a fourth grader. On Tuesday, Wayne Pettis had won again as usual. But this year Wayne Pettis would be in the sixth grade. He'd play football until Christmas and baseball until June with the rest of the big guys. Anybody had a chance to be the fastest runner, and by Miss Bessie, this year it was going to be Jesse Oliver Aarons, Jr. Jess pumped his arms harder and bent his head for the distant fence. He could hear the third-grade boys screaming him on. They would follow him around like a country-music star.

And May Belle would pop her buttons. Her brother was the fastest, the best. That ought to (should) give the rest of the first grade something to chew their cuds on (to think about twice).

Even his dad would be proud. Jess rounded the corner. He couldn't keep going quite so fast, but he continued running for a while-it would build him up. May Belle would tell Daddy, so it wouldn't look as though he, Jess, was a bragger (a person who says that they are the best).

Maybe Dad would be so proud he'd forget all about how tired he was from the long drive back and forth to Washington and the digging and hauling (carrying) all day. He would get right down on the floor and wrestle, the way they used to. Old Dad would be surprised at how strong he'd gotten in the last couple of years.

His body was begging him to quit, but Jess pushed it on. He had to let that puny (small) chest of his know who was boss.

"Jess." It was May Belle yelling from the other side of the scrap heap (bunch). "Momma says you gotta come in and eat now. Leave the milking til later."

Oh, crud. He'd run too long. Now everyone would know he'd been out and start in on him.

"Yeah, OK." He turned, still running, and headed for the scrap heap. Without breaking his rhythm, he climbed over the fence, scrambled across the scrap heap, thumped (hit) May Belle on the head ("Owww!"), and trotted (hurried) on to the house.

"Well, look at the big Olympic star," said Ellie, banging two cups onto the table, so that the strong, black coffee sloshed out. "Sweating like a knock-kneed mule."

Jess pushed his damp hair out of his face and plunked down (hit) on the wooden bench. He dumped two spoonfuls of sugar into his cup and slurped to keep the hot coffee from scalding (burning) his mouth.

"Oooo, Momma, he stinks." Brenda pinched her nose with her pinky crooked delicately (a little).

"Make him wash."

"Get over here to the sink and wash yourself," his mother said without raising her eyes from the stove. "And step on it. These grits are scorching the bottom of the pot already."

"Momma! Not again," Brenda whined.

Lord, he was tired. There wasn't a muscle in his body that didn't ache.

"You heard what Momma said," Ellie yelled at his back. "I can't stand it, Momma!"

Brenda again. "Make him get his smelly self off this bench."

Jess put his cheek down on the bare wood of the tabletop. "Jess-see!" His mother was looking now. "And put on a shirt."

"Yes'm." He dragged himself to the sink. The water he nipped on his face and up his arms pricked (bit) like ice. His hot skin crawled under the cold drops.

May Belle was standing in the kitchen door watching him.

"Get me a shirt, May Belle."

She looked as if her mouth was set to say no, but instead she said, "You shouldn't ought to beat (have beaten) me in the head," and went off obediently (respectfully) to fetch  his T-shirt. Good old May Belle.

Joyce Ann would have been screaming just from that little tap. Four-year-olds were a pure pain.

"I got plenty of chores needs doing around here this morning," his mother announced as they were finishing the grits (a dish of coarsely ground corn kernels boiled with water or milk) and red gravy. His mother was from Georgia and still cooked like it.

"Oh, Momma!" Ellie and Brenda squawked (complained) in concert. Those girls could get out of work faster than grasshoppers could slip through your fingers.

"Momma, you promised me and Brenda we could go to Millsburg for school shopping."

"You ain't got no money for school shopping!"

"Momma. We're just going to look around." Lord, he wished Brenda would stop whining so. "Christmas! You don't want us to have no fun at all."

"Any fun," Ellie corrected her primly (like a person who never makes a mistake and acts perfectly all the time).

"Oh, shut up."

Ellie ignored her. "Miz Timmons is coming by to pick us up. I told Lollie Sunday you said it was OK. I feel dumb calling her and saying you changed your mind." "Oh, all right But

I ain't got no money to give you."

Any money, something whispered inside Jess's head.

"I know, Momma. We'll just take the five dollars Daddy promised us. No more'n that."

"What five dollars?"

"Oh, Momma, you remember." Ellie's voice was sweeter than a melted Mars Bar. "Daddy said last week we girls were going to have to have something for school."

"Oh, take it," his mother said angrily, reaching for her cracked vinyl purse on the shelf above the stove. She counted out five wrinkled bills.

"Momma" - Brenda was starting again - "can't we have just one more? So it'll be three

each?"

"No!"

"Momma, you can't buy nothing for two fifty. Just one little pack of notebook paper's

gone up to - "

"No!"

Ellie got up noisily and began to clear the table. "Your turn to wash, Brenda," she said loudly.

"Awww, Ellie."

Ellie jabbed (hit) her with a spoon. Jesse saw that look. Brenda shut up her whine (complaining) halfway out of her Rose Lustre lipsticked mouth. She wasn't as smart as Ellie, but even she knew not to push Momma too far.

Which left Jess to do the work as usual. Momma never sent the babies out to help, although if he worked it right he could usually get May Belle to do something. He put his head down on the table. The running had done him in this morning. Through his top ear came the sound of the Timmonses' old Buick - "Wants oil," his dad would say - and the happy buzz of voices outside the screen door as Ellie and Brenda squashed in among the seven Timmonses.

"All right, Jesse. Get your lazy self off that bench. Miss Bessie's bag is probably dragging ground by now. And you still got beans to pick."

Lazy. He was the lazy one. He gave his poor deadweight of a head one minute more on the tabletop.

"Jess-see!"

"OK, Momma. I'm going."

It was May Belle who came to tell him in the bean patch that people were moving into the old Perkins place down on the next farm. Jess wiped his hair out of his eyes and squinted (looked at someone or something with one or both eyes partly closed in an attempt to see more clearly or as a reaction to strong light).


Sure enough. A U-Haul was parked right by the door. One of those big jointed ones. These people had a lot of junk. But they wouldn't last. The Perkins place was one of those ratty old country houses you moved into because you had no decent place to go and moved out of as quickly as you could. He thought later how peculiar (strange) it was that here was probably the biggest thing in his life, and he had shrugged it off as nothing.

The flies were buzzing around his sweating face and shoulders. He dropped the beans into the bucket and swatted with both hands. "Get me my shirt, May Belle." The flies were more important than any U-Haul.

May Belle jogged to the end of the row and picked up his T-shirt from where it had been discarded (gotten rid of) earlier. She walked back holding it with two fingers way out in front of her.

"Oooo, it stinks," she said, just as Brenda would have.

"Shut tup," he said and grabbed the shirt away from her.

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12) bragger: He bragged (bragger) that he won the game.> Anna called Tina a bragger because she was telling everyone that she won the game. 9
By Makaylah on Chapter 1 at 3:21 PM


28.soothingly: Hey, Miss Bessie," Jess said a soothing voice(soothingly)"Just go on back to sleep."> she talked to her friend in a soothingly voice, "want to come over to my house."
By shannon on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11

23.obediently:to beat me in the head," and went off to follow the commands or guidance of(obediently) to fetch his T-shirt.> She obediently close the door.
By shannon on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11

Chap.2 3)Pudgy:Then her pudgy (chubby)body shuddered, and she let out a great cry.> Harpreet's baby cousin is very pudgy.
By Harpreet on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11

32)Peculiar:He thought later how peculiar(strange)it was that here was probably the biggest thing in his life,and he had shrugged it off as nothing.> Harpreet thought a dog eating a popsicle was peculiar.
By Harpreet on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11

Muddled: to be mixed up in a confused or bungling manner; jumble. The peace would start at the top of his muddled brain and seep down through his tired tensed-up body. Harmeet was muddled about her complicated math equation.
By Harmeet on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11

Trotted: to go at a quick, steady pace; move briskly; bustle; hurry. Without breaking his rhythm, he climbed over the fence, scrambled across the scrap heap, thumped May Belle on the head ("Owww!"), and trotted on to the house. Harmeet trotted to school because she was going to be late.
By Harmeet on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11

19.Scalding, Causing a burning sensation, as from contact with hot liquid. Paula put water in her tea to prevent her tongue from scalding.
By Paula on Chapter 1 on 4/6/11


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cuds:That ought to give the rest of the first grade something to chew their cuds ( 11) on. Food that has been partly digested and brought up from the first stomach to the mouth again for further chewing by ruminants, such as cattle and sheep.
By Andre on Chapter 1 at 10:20 AM

2. Chill: a moderate but unpleasant coldness
By Andre on Chapter 1 on 4/4/11

1. overalls: a garment consisting of trousers with a front flap over the chest held up by straps over the shoulders, made of sturdy material and worn esp. as casual or working clothes example: The overalls were helpful when I painted the barn.
By Donivin on Chapter 1 on 4/4/11



yanked:, or shoes because the bottoms of his feet were by now as tough as his worn-out sneakers. "Where you going, Jess?" May Belle lifted herself up sleepily from the double bed where she and Joyce Ann slept. "Sh." He warned. The walls were thin. Momma would be mad as flies in a fruit jar if they woke her up this time of day. He patted May Belle's hair and (yanked)pull, or move with a sudden movement.>Peter yanked her sister's hair.
By IJ on 3 at 9:06 PM


23.obediently: means to listen. example: she obediently (obediently) to her friends . #2
By shannon on Chapter 1 at 8:44 PM



23. obediently: means to listen. example: she obediently to her friends.
By shannon on Chapter 1 at 8:41 PM
28.soothingly: a type of voice. example: she talked in a soothingly (soothingly) voice to her friends.
By shannon on Chapter 1 at 8:42 PM
Muddled: to mix up in a confused or bungling manner; jumble.
By harmeet on Chapter 1 at 6:33 PM

Trotted: to go at a quick, steady pace; move briskly; bustle; hurry.
By harmeet on Chapter 1 at 6:22 PM

cuds: Food that has been partly digested and brought up from the first stomach to the mouth again for further chewing by ruminants, such as cattle and sheep.
By Andre on Chapter 1 at 4:05 PM

3.Yanked: To pull or remove abruptly and vigorously example: Yank down on the bell rope
By Rubal on Chapter 1 at 3:38 PM

22.A small, sharp, local pain, such as that made by a needle or bee sting. P.S. This was from Prick because I couldn't find pricked.