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And not me.

That’s how come I finally had to sing something very loud at them.

“I’VE GOT A SECRET! HA-HAHA-HA-HAAAA-HAAA,” I sang.

That Grace put her hands on her hips.

“So?” she said. “We don’t care. Do we, Lucille?”

Except for just then Lucille runned over to me speedy quick. ’Cause she cared, that’s why.

“If you tell me your secret, I’ll be your best friend,” she said.

“Yeah, only I can’t, Lucille,” I explained. “’Cause if I tell you my secret, Mrs. might get in big trouble. And so I have to keep it inside my head.”

Lucille did a frown at me.

“It’s not good to keep secrets inside your head, Junie B.,” she said. “My brother says keeping secrets inside your head makes pressure in there. And pretty soon your head blows up.”

My eyes got very big at her.

“Oh no!” I hollered real upset.

Then I holded my head real tight with my hands. And I runned my very fastest to the nurse’s office. ’Cause she has Band-Aids to hold your head together, I think.

“MY HEAD’S GONNA BLOW! MY HEAD’S GONNA BLOW!” I yelled at the nurse.

She jumped up from her desk and hurried over to me.

“What’s wrong, Junie B.? Do you have a bad headache?” she asked.

“No. I have a bad secret. It’s about Mrs. Only I can’t tell anybody! And now there’s pressure in my head. And I need a Band-Aid. Or else it’s gonna splode!”

The nurse said calm down to me. Then she put a Band-Aid on my head. And me and her went to Principal’s office.

Principal is the boss of the school.

Me and him know each other very good.

That’s because I keep on getting sent down there. And so now I’m not even afraid of that guy.

Principal sat me in a big wood chair.

“Good afternoon, Junie B.,” he said. “What’s the trouble today?”

“Good afternoon,” I said back. “My head’s gonna blow.”

Principal frowned his eyes at me. “Why do you think that?” he asked.

I did a little bit of squirming. “’Cause I got a secret in there, that’s why,” I said.

Principal sat down at his big desk. He folded his hands.

“Maybe if you tell me your secret, I can help you,” he said.

“Yeah, only I can’t talk,” I told him.

Principal looked disappointed at me. “But I thought you and I were pals,” he said.

“We are,” I said. “I’m not even afraid of you.”

Principal did a chuckle. “Good. That’s good,” he said. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you.”

That’s when I did a huffy breath at him.

’Cause the guy wasn’t listening to me, of course.

“Yeah, only I already said I can’t talk, remember that? ’Cause if I talk, then I might accidentally tell you that my teacher stoled grapes at the grocery store. And then she might have to go to jail. And so that’s how come I just have to keep it a secret inside my head. And that’s all.”

I smoothed my skirt. “The end,” I said.

Then I squeezed my lips together very tight. Or else my secret might slip out.

Only guess what?

I think it already did.

7/Sour Grapes

Principal called Mrs. to come to his office.

Only I didn’t even know he was going to do that sneaky thing.

That’s how come I had to pull my skirt way over my head. Or else Mrs. would see me there. And she would know I tattletaled on her.

“Don’t do that,” said Principal.

“Yeah, only I’m allowed,” I said from underneath my skirt. “’Cause I have on my new red tights. And also boxer shorts.”

After that, Principal went out of his office. And I heard my teacher’s voice outside the door.

Then I quick got down from my big wood chair. And I hided under Principal’s giant desk. ’Cause I was scared of what was going to happen, that’s why.

I stayed quiet for lots of minutes.

Then I heard feet come back in the office. And so I made my breath very quiet.

“Junie? Junie B. Jones?” said Principal.

“She might be hiding,” said Mrs. “She’s good at that, you know.”

And so just then I had to think of something very quick. Or else they might come looking for me, I think.

“Yeah, only Junie B. Jones isn’t hiding,” I said in a scary voice. “Junie B. Jones had to go home. Only don’t call her mother. Or else she will get mad at you