Jane Waleski and her best friend, Emily Zuckerman, are average achievers on a good day and losers on a bad day, but they're quite proud of it! Or so they try to convince themselves. They read only the shortest books for book reports and always have the worst project for science class. On top of that, they are hopeless romantics. So Jane and Emily form Loser Club: an exclusive club of two. But when a new science teacher shows up at their school, Jane tries to impress her and suddenly finds herself trying to be not so average. Will she have to resign as vice president of Loser Club?View More
The school bell rang. Jane was weaving down the hall. She was late to her club meeting."Hey Jane!" Naomi, who was one of her classmates called out to her. "Are you free this Friday for a math tutoring session?""Yes! I'll be there at three!""Hey Jane! Lucy is waiting for you at Room B!" Chris said as she ran passed him."Okay, thanks!"Jane had turned the corner and then she opened her locker and checked herself in the mirror one more time.At the meeting room, Lucy was sitting the table with a book on her lap, reading a passage from a book.When she saw Jane, her whole face brig
In English class the next Monday, Ms. Reeds assigned another book report. Jane was sitting anxiously at her desk for some reason she hadn't known.Then the teacher said, with her usual big smile, "Boys and girls, I want to share some exciting news with you. Lucy told me after class yesterday that one of her poems, 'Snow Bird', has won the first prize in the national writing contest!"Ms. Reeds led the class in applause. Jane sat frozen like a block of ice. If she could take back only one minute in her life, it would be the minute when she had agreed to go along with the evil scheme. Or maybe the minute when she had told Lucy about it.Jane glanced fearfully at Lucy. She wasn't crying, but there was something in her face that was more terrible than tears.
Mr. Monroe read the names of all the science fair winners during morning announcements. Caroline's name was first. Jane didn't know any of the tenth-grade winners; she felt foolish for ever having dreamed she could be one of them.On top of that, the report cards would be handed out at the end of the day. Great.Lucy didn't speak a word to Jane during science class. In fact, she didn't even look at Jane at all. But at least she lit the Bunsen burner for the day's experiment, as calmly as if she had been lighting Bunsen burner all her life. Nobody called her stupid. But Jane's triumph over the Bunsen burner was empty now.She wanted to talk to Ms. Anderson after class, to try to explain to her why Lucy had been crying, but the teacher was deep in conversation with Mr. O'Hara. And beside
Jane lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was still humming from the day's activities. Though she did not win the science fair this year, something different clicked within her. It might sound cliché, but for the first time, Jane realized that she could do something and do it well. She wasn't the loser she thought she was. As long as she put her heart into it, she could do it. She didn't know that all it took was someone to come along and wake her up.Someone like Grace Anderson.Someone like Lucy Adams.Staying there, Jane reminisced over what happened in the past few months. She couldn't help feeling indebted to Lucy. And she was restless again thinking about the horrible prank she was involved in.Jane sat up and wen
The science fair was over. The judges had gone, but Jane still hovered by Lucy's display. People had already filed out from the gym. Jane had waited until Lucy went to the bathroom. Jane looked around herself to check if anyone was looking, but there were just a few groups of students and teachers talking among themselves.Jane quickly took a look at Lucy's poem 'Snow Bird'. Of course, it had nothing about romance. It was about a bird rejoicing over the winter, because no cage with bars keeps her from walking on the snow, imprinting it with her tiny feet.Jane was actually impressed by the imagery expression and creativity. Lucy Adams was indeed a talented poet. If only she had won a real contest and not that dumb one from Jonas and Mary. Jane felt the guilt kicking in again, and without thinking, she reached out and plucked the poem fr
All afternoon classes were canceled for the science fair. Hundreds of students and dozens of teachers filled the gym, plus any parents who didn't have to work that day – and the judges.Jane's display attracted more attention than any of the other displays nearby. Over and over again she bounced her demonstration balls and explained her results. Hers was definitely the most popular display with the students. And several of her teachers lingered, too. Even Mr. Putnam took a turn bouncing the basketball. He looked a bit like a basketball himself, with a black-and-white bow tie painted on one side."By the way, Jane," he said in a low voice as he handed the ball back, "I'm in the process of grading last week's math tests, and I must say you did very well."Jane was surprised, but no
On the morning of the science fair, Jane's father loaded both girls' project displays into the back of his van, and Jane hunted frantically on the floor of her closet for a blazer. She definitely owned at least one. She hated having to ask her mom to find it, but her dad was already in the van, honking his horn."Mom! Have you seen my blazer anywhere?"Jane's mother didn't show any expression on her face as she took the blazer off the hanger at the rear of her closet and handed it to her. But once she had put it on, her mom gave her a hug."I can't help it," she said. "You and Caroline both look so gorgeous today. I'm so proud of both of you."The blazer idea had been Caroline's idea. "That's another thing," she had told Jane the nigh
On Monday morning Jane awoke with a vague sense of uneasiness. But she couldn't think of anything to be uneasy about. She had survived Valentine's Day. She had collected all the data for her science project. Emily had come over on Sunday, and they had watched a really funny movie. It had almost seemed like old times.So why should Jane feel weighed down with worry?She was obviously forgetting something important – and terrible. But what?She was halfway to school before she remembered.The Valentine poem.She had taken care not to sign her name, but she had forgotten to disguise her handwriting. Jane had very distinctive handwriting – square and blocky, almost like print
"How was school, girls?" Jane's mother asked at dinner."Fine," Caroline said."Fine," Jane said, but today the lie was too much for her. "Except that, it was Valentine's Day," she added.Her father looked over at her sympathetically. Jane had never seen her father give her mother a valentine. But it was clear that they loved each other. They showed it in other ways – like looking proud when the other one was dressed up or holding hands when they took a walk."Did you both get some valentines from any boy...or girl?" her mother asked, hopefully.Caroline nodded but didn't volunteer any more information. Jane knew that a couple of guys at school liked Caroline because they calle
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