JULIA JONES - My Worst Day Ever! - Book 1: aged 9 - 12 Read Online Free

concentrate!”
    Glancing towards Millie, I felt grateful
for her genuine look of sympathy but the grin that remained on Sara’s face was not
something I had expected to see and a worried knot started to form in the pit
of my stomach.

 
Am I
being paranoid ?…
     
    Sitting at the dinner table that night, I
didn’t feel very hungry at all. I sat there picking at my food, while my
brother, Matt went on and on about the goal he had scored at footy training
that afternoon. As if I was interested in his football game! I really don’t
like football at all and was so glad that I didn’t have to suffer being dragged
along to his training sessions and games anymore. Finally, I’m old enough to
stay at home on my own, rather than facing boredom at the football field every
weekend.
    My parents however, both love football,
especially my dad and they took great interest in Matt’s conversation about the
season and how well his team are doing in the competition. In a way though, I was
glad they had something to occupy them which took their attention away from me
as I really didn’t feel like talking about the day I’d had.
    Morning tea break had consisted of me
having to sit at my desk eating the food from my lunchbox, while doing extra
Math. That was my punishment for not listening during the morning’s lesson.
Then when I was finally allowed to go out, Millie and I had to attend a meeting
for the committee in charge of the musical. We were asked to report on the
progress of the dances we’ve been choreographing and practicing. Then we were
informed of a dress rehearsal which was scheduled for two weeks’ time and were
given information to distribute to everyone.
    So overall, it hadn’t been the best of
days. Although Sara had maintained her friendly manner and continued as if
everything were normal, I wasn’t so sure. Well, in the scheme of things, I
guess everything was ok and I wondered if it were all in my imagination. Was I
just being jealous and immature? And was I being a total control freak? Even
though I had organized the dances and the choreography, along with Millie’s
help, it didn’t mean that I had to be in charge of our group’s dance.
    Sara is an exceptional dancer, and I really
have to admit that she is very talented. I should be grateful for her support
and the way in which our routine has improved since she joined us. But I just
couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that I had been overcome with since arriving
at rehearsal that morning.
    With a dejected sigh, I excused myself from
the table under the pretext that I had homework to complete. Luckily my mom was
still so absorbed in Matt’s excited ramblings that she neglected to remind me
it was my turn to do the dishes.
    I headed up to my room and tried to
concentrate on the homework that was due the following day. More Math! That was
certainly not what I felt like doing, but rather than having to face the wrath
of my teacher the following morning, I forced myself to concentrate so I could
just get it over with.
    When I turned out the light a couple of
hours later and hopped into bed, I decided that the next day I would join in
with everyone else and focus on a good rehearsal. “I’m not going to let Sara
bother me,” I thought to myself as I closed my eyes. “I’ll just be my usual
friendly self and I’m sure that everything will be fine!”
    We had the school musical to look forward
to and it was the highlight of the year so far. I was determined that nothing
was going to spoil it!

 
She’s like a Super Hero…
     
    An unexpected surprise awaited us when we
entered the school grounds the next morning. Millie and I had caught the same
bus and as we were determined to be on time for rehearsal, we raced off the bus
and through the school gates in an excited rush.
    In the school car park however, where there
would normally only be a few cars belonging to teachers at that time of the
morning, we discovered several vans parked haphazardly and a