Finall by Wendy Mass was one of my real page-turners for tween girls. Full of blunders, birthdays, and rich plot and cast, this book will satisfy even the pickiest readers. Read this section below:
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I'm a big wisher. I'll wish on anything. Shooting stars, stray eyelashes, dandelion tops, coins in fountains. Birthday candles(my own and other people's.). Even when my glasses fog up. When I was younger, the wishes used to vary. A pony. A best friend. A new bike with streamers on the handles. A baby brother or sister. Some of these even came true. (Not the pony.) But over the past year, every wish has been spent wishing I was 12 already, a date I've been waiting for for my whole life and a date that is only 6 weeks away. Looking back, I wish I could have saved some of those wishes for right now, because maybe I wouldn't be stuck in this drainpipe right now.
Yes, DRAINPIPE.
Here's how it happened: My day started out pretty normal. My 6th grade class was on another field trip to Willow Fall Reservoir. We were staning on the shoreline listening to the guide go on and on about water tables and filtration systems like they were the most interesting thing in the world. The air smelled swampy, and my orange sneakers were sinking slowly into the mudding banks. I kept glancing into the forest on the other side of the shorline. It reminded me of a setting of some fairy tale. So peaceful and pretty, and sort of mysterious. At any minute Hansel or Gretel might dart out from behind the trees. An opportunity to slip away came courtesy of Rex Bueford, who thought it might be funny to jump into the water. And it WAS funny, for about a second, until the tour guide told us now our drinking water would taste like Rex's sweat.
While our teacher yelled at Rex, then at his friends for laughing, I slowly backed away. I kept going until I couldn't hear the group anymore and found myself among a cluster of sweet-smelling evergreens. The needles cushioned the ground beneath my feet, and a blue jay twittered on a low branch. I breathed in deep, and held the air in my lungs. If my parents let me out of their sight more, I probably wouldn't have felt the need to slip away from the group, but that's not going to change until I turn 12. I have a whole LIST of things I'll finally get to do when that day arrives.
THIS BOOK IS AWESOME, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT!
KEEP READING.
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