Stella Batts Needs a New Name
Courtney Sheinmel
Language: English
Pages: 160
ISBN: 1585361836
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Needs a New Name, Stella decides to change her name after a boy from her class keeps calling her "Smella." How hard can it be to pick a new name? It's not as easy as it sounds.
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“Can you help me make a list of names, Sherry?” Penny asked. “Sure,” I said. “Mom, can we have paper?” “You know where it is,” Mom said. I stood up and ripped a sheet of paper off the message pad. I brought it back to the table along with a pencil. “I’m ready,” I said. “Name some names.” “Name some names. That’s so funny,” Penny said. “Sherry, Caramel, Zoey.” I held the pencil to the paper, but I didn’t write anything down. “You already know people with those names,” I told her. “Name some
name. Daddy and I picked it out for you, and no one can take it away.” “If Stella is just going to be Stella then I’m just going to be Penny,” Penny said. “So now you can’t be mad at me anymore.” “I’m not,” I said. “Good,” Mom said. “The Batts girls have to stick together. Remember, we have a little boy coming soon.” “I’m never going to want a boy’s name,” Penny said. “Me neither,” I said. “I’m never going to want any name except Stella.” “Dad, come in here!” Penny yelled. “We have
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