She is such a good friend that her winning almost made up for the fact that my spelling was a total disaster. “Cheer up, Zip,” Frankie said to me, as we sat down at our table in the lunchroom. “So, you’re not a speller. Big deal.” “I’m also not an adder or a subtracter or a reader or a writer,” I said. “Let’s face it, Frankie. I’m a school flop.” I was feeling pretty terrible. First, I messed up the spelling contest, for no good reason that I could understand. Then I got sent to the principal’s office. And if those things hadn’t made the day horrible enough, the halibut made the entire lunchroom smell like toxic waste. “There’s more to life than school,” said Frankie, pulling out his peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. “Don’t get down on yourself.” That’s easy for Frankie to say. He’s one of those kids who’s good at everything. He reads like a grown-up—even the newspaper. He actually reads the sports section every day. Not me. I have to watch ESPN for my updates.
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