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BE CAREFUL WHAT
YOU WISH FOR…
Goosebumps - 12
R.L. Stine
(An Undead Scan v1.5)
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Judith Bellwood deliberately tripped me in math class.
I saw her white sneaker shoot out into the aisle. Too late.
I was carrying my notebook up to the chalkboard to put a problem on the board.
My eyes were on the scrawls in my notebook. I’m not the neatest writer in the world.
And before I could stop, I saw the white sneaker shoot out. I tripped over it and
went sprawling to the floor, landing hard on my elbows and knees. Of course all the
papers flew out of my notebook and scattered everywhere.
And the whole class thought it was a riot. Everyone was laughing and cheering as
I struggled to pull myself up. Judith and her pal, Anna Frost, laughed hardest of all.
I landed on my funny bone, and the pain vibrated up and down my whole body.
As I climbed to my feet and then bent to pick up my notebook papers, I knew my
face was as red as a tomato.
“Nice move, Sam!” Anna called, a big grin on her face.
“Instant replay!” someone else shouted.
I glanced up to see a triumphant glow in Judith’s green eyes.
I’m the tallest girl in my seventh-grade class. No. Correct that. I’m the tallest kid
in my seventh-grade class. I’m at least two inches taller than my friend, Cory Blinn,
and he’s the tallest guy.
I’m also the biggest klutz who ever stumbled over the face of the earth. I mean,
just because I’m tall and slender doesn’t mean I have to be graceful. And believe me,
I’m not.
But why is it such a riot when I stumble over a wastebasket or drop my tray in the
lunchroom or trip over someone’s foot in math class?
Judith and Anna are just cruel, that’s all.
I know they both call me “Stork” behind my back. Cory told me they do.
And Judith is always making fun of my name, which is Byrd. Samantha Byrd.
“Why don’t you fly away, Byrd!” That’s what she’s always saying to me. Then she
and Anna laugh as if that’s the funniest joke they’ve ever heard.
“Why don’t you fly away, Byrd!”
Ha-ha. Big joke.
Cory says that Judith is just jealous of me. But that’s stupid. I mean, why should
Judith be jealous? She’s not nine feet tall. She’s about five-two, perfect for a twelve-year-old. She’s graceful. She’s athletic. And she’s really pretty, with pale, creamy
