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

large crowd of
students milling around trying to find out what was going on.
    Pushing through the crowd, curious to find
out what had grasped everyone’s attention, we spotted two policemen questioning
our school principal, Mr. Davis. Then immediately behind him were a couple of
men with large microphones and some sophisticated looking camera equipment.
They appeared to be from the local TV station and were interviewing a group of
kids. When I managed to get closer, I realized that right in the middle of the
group with the microphone pointed directly towards her, was Sara Hamilton.
    “It was so scary!” Sara was saying. “But as
soon as I heard the smash, I ran to the office to get help.”
    “You are a very quick thinking young lady!”
the reporter acknowledged Sara with a look of admiration.

    “Well, I just did what I thought I should,”
Sara explained. “When I saw the smoke coming from the broken window, I knew
that something was terribly wrong!”
    “If Sara hadn’t acted as quickly as she had,
the whole building could have burnt down!” exclaimed Miss Fitz, the drama
teacher who was standing beside her.
    “You’re very lucky to have such a
responsible young lady attending your school!” the reporter who was conducting
the interview commented enthusiastically.
    “Yes, we are very proud of Sara, she is a
new student and as you say, we are very lucky to have her here as a student!”
chimed in Mr. Davis, beaming with pride in Sara’s direction.
    The reporters asked Mr. Davis a few more
questions and ended the interview. Sara was then quickly surrounded by a surge
of kids trying to get close to her in order to be captured on camera. By that
time, more kids had arrived for school and the car park was ablaze with
excitement. It was not every day that a television camera crew along with
several members of the police force turned up at our school and everyone was
keen to get in on the action.
    Mr. Dawson, the physical education teacher
blew his whistle and told everyone to go to class or wherever they should be at
that time of the morning. Then it wasn’t until we reached our classroom that
Millie and I could actually find out the exact details of what had happened.
    Mrs. Jackson explained to us all that Sara
had been at school early, in preparation for our dance rehearsal. Apparently as
she had walked across the car park, towards the Performing Arts hall, she’d
heard a loud smash of glass. When she went around to the rear of the building
to investigate, she noticed smoke and flames billowing from the window.
    She had then rushed for help and very
luckily, had bumped into the janitor who happened to be cleaning the area
around the office, which was still fairly deserted at that time of the morning.
    He and Sara had raced back to the building
where they spotted a couple of teenage boys running from the scene. Between the
two of them, Sara and the janitor had managed to get a nearby garden hose
connected and put out the fire. Without their quick thinking, the building
could have burnt down and that would have been the end of the musical, as it
was the only building that was suitable for the performance.
    Just as Mrs. Jackson finished sharing the main
details, Sara walked into the classroom. Everyone stared in her direction and
then a loud burst of applause and cheering erupted. “Three cheers for Sara!”
someone at the back of the room called out.
    “Hip, Hip, Hooray! Hip, Hip, Hooray! Hip,
Hip, Hooray!” the applause was deafening and Sara sat down at her desk, beaming
proudly while kids rushed to pat her on the back and give her high fives.
    I spotted Blake looking at her with open
admiration. She really was a hero and deserved all the accolades she was
getting. It would have been disastrous if the building had burnt down. It could
even have led to the whole school going up in flames.
    As everyone returned to their desks, I
congratulated her warmly. She was the most popular girl in the school at