Today is Tuesday.

Today I am going to start a new a book, Freckle Juice, written by Judy Blume.

Andrew Marcus wanted freckles. Nicky Lane had freckles. He had about a million of them. They covered his face, his ears and even the back of his neck. Andrew didn’t have any freckles. He had two warts on his finger. But they didn’t look cool, nor did him any good at all. If he had freckles like Nicky, his mother would never know if his neck was dirty. So he wouldn’t have to wash. And then he’d never be late for school.? Andrew had plenty of time to look at Nicky’s freckles. He sat right behind him in class. Once he even tried to count them. But when he got to eighty-six Miss Kelly called to ask him if he was paying attention. Andrew said he was. And then Miss Kelly said she was glad to hear that and asked if he would pick up his chair and join his reading group because the whole class were all waiting for him. Andrew stood up in a hurry. His reading group giggled. Especially Sharon. He couldn’t stand that Sharon. She thought she knew everything. He picked up his chair and carried it to the corner where his reading group sat.