Stella Batts Needs a New Name
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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.
“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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bed. I was done with my first chapter so it was a good time to take a break anyway. CHAPTER 2 Fill in the Mrs. Blank I’m going to write some stuff in my book about school. I’m in third grade, which means I’m in elementary school. Penny is in kindergarten. She’s in elementary school too, but her class is in a different building for the little kids. Like I said, my teacher’s name is Mrs. Finkel. I know her first name is Dara because the other third-grade teacher, Mrs. Bower, sometimes
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