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Just Me. Morley.: A Coming of Age Book for Girls 10 to 13 (The Morley Stories)
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About Just Me. Morley.: A Coming Of Age Book For Girls 10
Product Description A captivating new series for readers who love the books of Linda Mullaly Hunt, Ally Condie and L. M. Montgomery! All ten-year-old Morley Star wants is to be allowed to adopt the kitten she rescued and for her step-father to come home. When it looks like neither wish will be granted, she mounts a plan to get her family back to the happy place they used to be. Can making armloads of bracelets, helping her mother sell carloads of cookies, standing up to mean girl Julia and volunteering at the pet shelter possibly help? A heartwarming story about being a modern girl who dreams big, the true meaning of friendship and families, first in a new series or realistic novels for grade 5 and middle grade readers ages 10 to 13. From the Author Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Just Me. Morley. I'm trudging all the way to the back of our yard, calling my sister's name, telling her come on, supper's ready. And getting soakers, because I forgot to put on my boots. Daisy doesn't answer. And now it's really starting to rain. I reach into my pockets. I find old used tissues. A folded piece of paper. A quarter. Pocket fuzz. That's all. My gloves aren't there. I'm getting wet. And cold. And hungry. "Daisy," I keep yelling. I'm all the way at the very back of our property now, where I know it isn't possible to see from where Mom's probably watching from the kitchen window. "Come on, where are you?" Then she giggles, and I look up. And there she is, up in the apple tree, sitting on the very edge of the little deck of the tree-house. "Fooled you, Morley!" she calls down to me. "Bet you didn't know I can get up here, but I can. Just like you!" "Come on down!" I yell, but all she says is, "Can't!" I look around for the rope ladder, but there's no sign of it. "Come on," I holler. "Get the ladder and climb down! Mom says we have to come for supper right NOW!" Daisy just laughs and stands up, right at the edge, holding the rope ladder. It's broken, so now it's just one rope, with some sticks hanging off it. I don't know how that could've happened, but I don't stop to figure it out. I have no idea how she got up there. Right now, Daisy needs to get down. But how? There aren't any low branches on the apple tree, so there's no way to climb up to the treehouse without the ladder. Or a ladder. Then I remember that there's a ladder in the garage. It's made out of metal so it's too long and heavy for me to carry all this way, but I can balance it on the wheelbarrow and push it back here. Or get Mom to help. "Sit down RIGHT NOW!" I shout up to Daisy. "STAY THERE. I'll get the ladder from the garage and get you down. But you have to WAIT till I go get it." "Don't want to!" she says, in her sing-song-y voice. "Silly old Morley. You're not the boss of me!" And she's standing up now, dancing around and trying to do a handstand on the little deck above me. Even though it's raining and that treehouse deck must be slippery. She's really starting to frighten me. Daisy is always what Danny calls, "a real little dare-devil." She isn't afraid of heights, or the dark, or monsters under the bed, or witches hiding in her closet, or getting a bad report card. Or anything. Daisy usually has band-aids on her knees, but she doesn't seem to care. With all her dare-devil stunts like trying to hold her breath underwater for longer than me, or ride her bicycle no hands, or do skateboard tricks, or when she jumped off the top bunk, so Mom made Danny take the bunk beds apart, she never gets hurt. Not really. Mom is always telling Daisy to just behave, missy, or she'll be sorry. Danny always just laughs and says Daisy is like him, easy-going and up for anything. She's got his Irish luck, he says. What he also says, that Daisy's more like him and I'm more like Mom, might be true. "Look at me, Morley!" Daisy shouts now. "I'm a famous acrobat! Catch me, Morley. I'll do a trick and you ha
