Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren (Junie B. Jones, Book 7)
Barbara Park
Language: English
Pages: 34
ISBN: B00YDJW9SK
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
There's a new boy in kindergarten, and guess what? He's the handsomest guy Junie B. has ever seen. She and Lucille and that Grace all want him for a boyfriend. Only, he thinks Junie B. is a nutball. Just 'cause she couldn't stop laughing and rolling. So how is she supposed to get that boy to love her?
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was a nutball,” I said. Lucille twirled all around. “Not me,” she said. “He didn’t say I was a nutball. That’s because he loves me!” That Grace jumped high in the air. “Me too! He loves me, too!” she said real squealy. Just then, Lucille stopped twirling. She crossed her arms. “No, Grace,” she said. “He does not love you, too. He only loves me. ’Cause I saw him first. And you’re not allowed to steal him away, remember?” That Grace crossed her arms, too. “I’m not stealing him away,
she can’t steal my boyfriend!” I looked curious at her. “I am not a nutball. Am I? Am I a nutball?” I said. “I am not a nutball.” Just then, that Grace leaned close to Lucille’s nose. “I CAN LOVE ANYBODY I WANT TO, LUCILLE!” she hollered in her face. “NO, YOU CANNOT, GRACE!” “YES, I CAN, TOO, LUCILLE!” I tapped on both their ankles. “How many think I’m a nutball? Raise your hand,” I said. Just then, Mrs. blew her whistle again. And so I stood up from the grass. And I walked to Room
After that, my grandma let me pick a new cereal to eat. I picked a grown-up kind. It was the kind with fibers in it. “This kind is good for me. Right, Grandma? This kind won’t even jazzy me up.” Then I put that delicious stuff in my mouth. And I chewed and chewed. Only it didn’t actually grind up that good. I chewed on it the whole entire morning. I was still chewing when that Grace got on my school bus. She ran to me very excited. “Look, Junie B.! Look what my mother bought me!” she
not Grace, either. You’re just you. You’re just Junie B. Jones. And believe me, that’s a big enough job for anyone.” I did a sniffle. Also I did a snort and a swallow. “Yeah, only I know I am Junie B. Jones,” I said. “I just want to be Junie B. Jones in a princess dress.” I put my head on her shoulder. “Didn’t you ever want a princess dress when you were a little girl?” I asked. “Huh, Mother? Didn’t you?” Mother didn’t answer. She was thinking it over probably. Just then, I looked over her
it. “Hello. How are you today?” I said. “I am wearing princess clothes.” Handsome Warren did a groan. Then he closed his eyeball. And he hided his face again. 7/Knock Knock I sat down next to Handsome Warren. “Guess what? I’m not even going to bother you,” I said. “I’m just going to sit here. And mind my own personal beeswax. And that’s all.” I thought a little bit. “Plus here’s another good thing. You don’t even have to look at my princess clothes if you don’t want to. ’Cause
