Magic Tree House
Junie B. Jones
It shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be looking at my father from the passenger seat of my mother’s car and waving goodbye. I can’t leave Dad. I can’t leave my friends. What exactly does Mom mean by, “I need a break?” They are the adults; they should be the ones to fix things, not make them worse. When Mom tells me we’re going “home”, I know she really means we’re going to Atlanta, Georgia, to see Gran. It’s not that I don’t like Gran, I just don’t know her very well. I miss my Dad. I miss my room. I miss the seagulls. Mom isn’t budging, though, so I guess we’re stuck here until she “figures things out.” Trying to entertain myself, I go the attic, looking through the clutter for something to take my mind off my crazy life. There it is. A red box, shiny and new. A bread box. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out it’s magical. Whatever I wish for, it appears in the box. Of course, there are rules. I can’t wish for things bigger than it. New bracelets, candy, money…anything I want! I should be the happiest girl in the world, right? Wrong! This bread box is quickly ruining my life!
Prepared by Brenda Day, Library Media Specialist, Aledo Middle School, Aledo, TX