For Mandy and Ian—N.K.

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Krulik, Nancy E.

Drat! You copycat! / by Nancy Krulik ; illustrated by John & Wendy. p. cm.—(Katie Kazoo, switcheroo ; 7)

Summary: Katie agrees to be a buddy for the new girl in class even though her best friend Suzanne does not approve. [1. First day of school—Fiction. 2. Moving, Household—Fiction. 3. Schools—Fiction. 4. Magic-Fiction.] I. John & Wendy, ill. II. Title.

PZ7.K944Dr 2003

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2003005965

eISBN : 978-1-101-14196-0

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Chapter 1

“Boys and girls, say hello to Becky Stern,” Mrs. Derkman told class 3A .

It was early Monday morning. The teacher was standing in the front of the classroom. Beside her was a small girl with a long, blond ponytail.

“Hi, Becky,” the kids all said at once.

“Becky and her family have just moved here from Atlanta. I know you will all try to make her feel welcome,” Mrs. Derkman said.

The class stared at Becky. Becky stared back at the class. Her blue eyes were wide open. Her face was pale. She looked really scared.

Katie Carew raised her hand.

“Yes Katie?” Mrs. Derkman replied.

“Who is going to be Becky’s buddy?”

Jeremy Fox, one of Katie’s best friends, smiled proudly when Katie said that. It had been his idea to give new students a buddy when they started at school. That way they’d have a friend right away.

“Well, Katie,” Mrs. Derkman said, “would you like to be Becky’s buddy?”

Katie grinned. “Sure.”

“Becky, stick with Katie this week. She’ll show you around. Now take a seat at the empty desk in the second row.” Mrs. Derkman said.

All eyes were on Becky as she sat down.

“Okay, everyone,” Mrs. Derkman announced. “Please pull out your vocabulary notebooks and copy down this week’s word list.”

As Katie opened her notebook, a tightly folded piece of paper landed on her desk. She hoped Mrs. Derkman hadn’t seen that.

Mrs. Derkman hated it when kids passed notes. Sometimes she even read the notes out loud. That could be very embarrassing.

But right now, Mrs. Derkman had her back turned to the class. She hadn’t seen a thing. Phew. Katie quickly unfolded the paper.

The note was from Suzanne. “Why did you say you would be her buddy? We were supposed to play double dutch with Miriam and Zoe today. The new girl is wearing a dress. She can’t jump rope in a dress. All the boys will see her underpants.”

Katie wasn’t sure what to write back. Suzanne’s note was kind of mean. It wasn’t like Katie had been trying to ruin Suzanne’s recess. She was just trying to help the new girl.

But Suzanne was one of Katie’s best friends. Katie didn’t want her to be mad. She quickly scribbled back an answer. “Becky’s new. I was just trying to be nice. Maybe we can all do something else instead.”

Just then, Mrs. Derkman turned to face the class. Katie quickly shoved the paper into her desk.

“Okay, class, our first vocabulary word is bauble,” Mrs. Derkman said. “Can anyone use it in a sentence?”

“I got one,” George Brennan shouted out from his seat in the front row. “When I really stink, I take a bauble bath!”

Everyone started laughing—everyone except Mrs. Derkman, anyway.

Mrs. Derkman shook her head. “George, that’s not how we behave in class. I don’t want to have to talk to you again,” she warned sternly. The teacher turned to the rest of the class. “A bauble is a small trinket. Now, does anyone else have a sentence?”

Suzanne raised her hand high.

“Yes, Suzanne,” Mrs. Derkman said.

Suzanne sat up straight and smiled as everyone looked at her. “To a princess, an emerald necklace is just a bauble,” she said.

Katie choked back a laugh. Somehow, Suzanne always found a way to talk about jewelry, makeup, or fashion.

“Very nice, Suzanne,” Mrs. Derkman said. “Anyone else have a sentence?”

Becky shyly raised her hand.

“Okay, Becky,” Mrs. Derkman said.

“To Queen Elizabeth, a diamond ring is just a bauble,” Becky said in her slow, Southern accent.

“That’s just like what you said,” Kevin whispered to Suzanne.

Suzanne didn’t answer him. She just stared at her own bauble—a plastic diamond ring she wore on her finger.

Katie didn’t like vocabulary very much. She liked reading and history a lot more. Before she knew it, her notebook page was filled with all sorts of doodles. Katie always drew when she got bored.

It seemed like forever until Mrs. Derkman looked at the clock that hung over the classroom doorway. “It’s time for lunch,” she said finally. “Let’s line up.”

“All right!” shouted Kevin. “Tomato time!”

“What’s he talking about?” Becky asked softly, as she walked over to where Katie and Suzanne were standing.

Katie grinned. “You’ll see,” she said. “Lunchtime is always tomato time for Kevin.”

Becky forced a nervous smile to her lips. “Thanks for saying you’d be my buddy this week,” she said in her thick Southern accent. “I hope I’m not getting in the way of anything y’all wanted to do.”

Suzanne glanced over at the two double-Dutch jump ropes Miriam was carrying down to the lunchroom for recess. “Well, as a matter of fact ...” she began.

But Katie didn’t let Suzanne finish. She knew whatever Suzanne said would hurt Becky’s feelings. Suzanne sometimes said mean things. It wasn’t that Suzanne wasn’t nice. She just didn’t always think before she spoke.

Becky hadn’t had a chance to see Suzanne’s good side—the side of her that was fun and exciting, and made you feel important just because you were her friend. Katie wanted Becky to know that Suzanne was really a good person.

“She’s just kidding,” Katie assured Becky. “We can all play together. Suzanne’s great at coming up with fun stuff to do.”

Suzanne glared at Katie.

Katie ignored her.

“Come on,” Katie urged Becky. “Let’s go to the cafeteria. I want to get there before all the chocolate pudding is gone.”

Chapter 2

Katie showed Becky where the lunch line was in the cafeteria. She helped her get a tray and pick out her food.

Once the girls paid for their lunches, they carried their trays over to a table near the windows. Suzanne was already sitting there with Miriam Chan, Mandy Banks, and some of the other kids in class 3A .

Becky took a seat beside Katie. She smiled at Suzanne. Suzanne barely even glanced in Becky’s direction. Instead she opened her pink and purple lunch bag. Inside was a small plastic container. Suzanne tore off the lid and showed everyone a strange-looking mix of rice, lentil beans, and tomato sauce.

Manny Gonzalez looked across the table at Suzanne’s lunch. “Ooh! Gross!” he shouted. He made a grunting noise. “I think I’m gonna puke!”

Suzanne rolled her eyes. “That shows what you know. This is kosheri. It’s a recipe from Egypt. I’ll bet Cleopatra ate it.”

“Oh no, here we go again,” Manny moaned.

Becky looked curiously at Katie.

“Suzanne is crazy about Cleopatra,” Katie explained to her.

“It’s all she’s talked about for the past two weeks,” Manny said.

“That’s better than last month, when all she talked about was that artist, Vincent van Gogh,” Mandy told Becky.

“She kept telling us how he chopped his ear off,” Katie said. “Yuck.”

“You’re lucky. Hearing about Cleopatra’s better than that,” Mandy assured Becky.

“Cleopatra was better than anyone,” Suzanne insisted. “She was the most powerful woman in ancient Egypt. She was ...”

“The Queen of the Nile,” Katie, Miriam, Mandy, and Manny all finished her sentence for her. They’d heard Suzanne give the same Cleopatra speech about a gazillion times in the past two weeks.

“Well, I don’t care who ate that stuff. It’s gross,” Manny said. “It looks like something George would do with his food.”

Katie looked over at George. He’d already begun mixing his spaghetti into his chocolate pudding. George always made a mess of his food. Then he’d wait for someone to dare him to eat it—which he always did.

George cracked Katie up. He told the best jokes. Nothing was too wild or too weird for him to try.

George had also been the one to give Katie her nickname, Katie Kazoo. It sounded a lot like Katie Carew, only cooler. Katie loved it!

Just then, Kevin and Jeremy came over to the table. Kevin’s tray was stacked high with tomatoes—round cherry tomatoes, small grape tomatoes, and thick, beefy tomato slices.

“Okay guys, it’s tomato time!” Kevin announced happily.

Everyone watched as Jeremy threw one of Kevin’s cherry tomatoes up in the air. Kevin opened his mouth wide—and caught it easily. Some of the kids clapped. Kevin took a bow and chomped away.

“Kevin’s going for the world record,” Katie explained to Becky. “He’s already eaten two hundred thirty-seven tomatoes this month!”

“I love tomatoes,” Becky interrupted. She smiled at Kevin. “One time I ate a tomato this big.” She held her arms in a circle the size of a pumpkin.

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Tomatoes don’t grow that big,” he told her, “not even prize-winning ones. You can’t fool me. I know all about tomatoes. I’ve read books on them and everything.”

Becky blushed tomato red.

Suzanne didn’t want to discuss tomatoes. She wasn’t finished talking about Cleopatra.

“You know, I asked my mother to get me a cat,” she told the other girls.

“Did she say yes?” Katie asked excitedly. “It’s so great having a pet. You know how much fun Pepper and I have together.” Pepper was Katie’s chocolate-brown-and-white cocker spaniel. She adored him.

“Well a cat is different than a dog,” Suzanne said. “I mean, dogs are fun and all, but cats are smart. The ancient Egyptians worshipped them—even Cleopatra.”

“Pepper’s smart,” Katie insisted. “I taught him a new trick the other day. When I hold up a treat, he dances on his hind legs.”

“Pepper is smart,” Suzanne assured her best friend. “For a dog, anyway,” she added under her breath.

“I used to have a dog,” Becky told Katie. She turned to Suzanne. “But now I have a cat. Her name’s Fluffy. She’s white and cuddly. And she’s really smart.” She turned to Suzanne and smiled. “Maybe you’ll want to come over and play with her one day.”

Suzanne ate a forkful of lentil beans.

“Hey Kevin, what do you call a pet tomato?” George asked.

“What?” Kevin asked between bites of a tomato wedge. Red tomato juice dribbled out of his mouth and onto his chin.

“Call it anything you want,” George laughed. “It can’t hear you!”

Jeremy laughed so hard at George’s joke that milk came out of his nose.

George smiled. “Jeremy, you’re the best audience. You’ll laugh at anything.”

Becky looked at Jeremy and smiled. “I know a good joke,” she told him.

Suzanne rolled her eyes. “I’m finished eating,” she said, before Becky could tell her joke. “Let’s go play double Dutch.”

“I love double Dutch,” Becky said. “Back in Atlanta we used to have contests to see who could jump the longest without missing.

I was always the winner.”

Miriam, Mandy, and Zoe Canter were impressed.

Suzanne wasn’t. She turned to Becky. “I’d ask you to play, but you’re wearing a dress ... unless you’ve got shorts under there.”

Becky shook her head. “I never thought to do that.”

“All the girls in our class wear shorts underneath their dresses,” Zoe told her. “That way you can play and no one sees your underpants.”

“Wow!” Becky exclaimed.

“It was Suzanne’s idea,” Miriam said.

“Suzanne is definitely the fashion expert around here,” Katie agreed.

Suzanne laughed. “Everyone needs a hobby.”

Becky looked at Suzanne’s leopard-print shirt. It had fake fur on the cuffs. Her pants were glittery-black.

Katie had hoped Suzanne would have wanted to do something else at recess. But it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. Sometimes Suzanne could be so stubborn.

But Katie didn’t want to argue with her in front of everyone. That would just make Becky feel bad. “You guys go ahead and jump rope,” she told the others, finally. “Becky and I can do something else. Maybe play foursquare.”

“It’s okay, Katie,” Becky said. “If you want to jump rope, I can just watch for today.”

“No way,” Katie told Becky. “There’s always lots of fun stuff going on during recess.”

Katie smiled warmly at Becky. But the new girl wasn’t looking in Katie’s direction. She was busy watching Suzanne’s sparkly silver sneakers move back and forth as Suzanne walked away.

Chapter 3

The next morning, Katie was the first kid to arrive at Cherrydale Elementary School. She wanted to be there before Becky arrived. Katie took the job of being Becky’s school buddy very seriously.

She sat down on a woooden bench and looked around nervously. It was creepy being the only one on the playground. Everything was so quiet ... and lonely.

Katie didn’t like being alone. Lately it seemed as though whenever she was all by herself, strange things happened.

It had all started a few weeks ago on one really horrible day. Katie had lost the football game for her team. She’d fallen in the mud and ruined her favorite jeans. Then, as if all that weren’t bad enough, Katie had burped really loudly in front of the whole class!

The day had been so incredibly, unbelievably awful that Katie had wished she could be anyone but herself. There must have been a shooting star flying overhead or something, because the very next day the magic wind came.

The magic wind was like no wind Katie had seen before. It was a wild, fierce tornado that only blew around Katie.

But the tornado-like gusts weren’t the worst part of the magic wind.

The worst part came after the wind had stopped blowing. That’s when the magic wind turned Katie into someone else.

The magic wind could turn Katie into anyone! One time it transformed her into Suzanne’s baby sister, Heather. Suzanne had almost changed Katie’s diaper! How embarrassing would that have been?

But even that wasn’t as bad as the time the wind turned her into Jeremy Fox. Katie didn’t know anything about being a boy!

Katie knew the magic wind wasn’t through with her yet. It could show up at any time—as long as no one but Katie was around.

“Hey, Katie Kazoo, you’re here early,” George called out as he rode his skateboard onto the playground.

Katie was glad someone else had arrived.

“Skateboarding is so cool!” George exclaimed. “That’s why I’m doing my research project on the history of skateboarding.”

Katie gulped. The research project! Katie had been so excited about being Becky’s buddy that she’d forgotten to think of a topic.

“What are you going to research?” George asked her.

“Well, I ... uh ...” Katie stammered. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the picture frame key chain on her backpack. It had a photo of her dog in it.

“I’m going to do my research project about cocker spaniels,” Katie blurted out.

Phew. Pepper didn’t know it, but he had just saved Katie.

“That doesn’t sound like too ruff of a topic,” George teased her. “You should be able to find a lot of information fur your paper.”

“Maybe Mrs. Derkman will let me bring Pepper in as an example,” Katie said.

George shook his head. “Are you nuts? Mrs. Derkman doesn’t even like having Speedy in the classroom. And he’s just a hamster. How do you think she’d feel about a dog?”

Katie nodded. “You’re right. I’ll bring in some pictures.”

Just then, Suzanne wandered onto the playground. It was impossible not to notice her. She was wearing a hot pink glittery rugby shirt. Her capri pants were hot pink and covered in glitter, too.

“New outfit?” Katie asked her.

Suzanne nodded. “Yes! It’s so me!”

Katie nodded. “No one likes glitter as much as you do!”

“So, what are you doing for your project?” George interrupted. He didn’t want to sit there talking about clothes with two girls.

“Well, I ...” Suzanne began. But before she could finish her sentence, she saw something terrible heading toward the playground. “Oh, no!” she cried out.

“What is it?” Katie asked.

Suzanne was too upset to speak. She just reached out her hand and pointed.

Katie gasped. It was Becky!

She was wearing a leopard-print shirt with fake fur at the cuffs.

Her pants were glittery-black.

It was the exact same outfit Suzanne had worn yesterday.

No one in class 3A had ever bought one of Suzanne’s outfits before. They wouldn’t dare.

“This is just horrible!” Suzanne moaned.

Chapter 4

Katie walked quietly into room 3A. She hung up her jacket, dropped her homework in the bin, and sat down at her desk. One second later, a note landed on her desk.

The note was from Suzanne. Katie glanced over at her best friend. She’d been really brave to pass the note just then. Mrs. Derkman hadn’t even turned her back to the class.

Obviously Suzanne was so angry at Becky, she didn’t care if she caught.

Katie slipped the note under her desk and quietly opened the paper. Suzanne’s writing was big, thick, and dark. There were only four words on the paper.

BECKY IS A COPYCAT!

Katie took out her pink pen and scribbled an answer to Suzanne’s note.

“Maybe she didn’t know you always wear glitter,” she wrote.

“Kevin,” Katie whispered. “Could you pass this to Suzanne?”

Kevin sat, right between Katie and Suzanne. “I’m not getting in trouble,” he said.

Katie sighed. It was too dangerous for her to throw the note to Suzanne. If Mrs. Derkman read this note out loud, Becky’s feelings would be hurt.

“I’ll give you my dessert at lunch if you’ll pass the note,” she whispered quickly.

Kevin thought for a moment. “And the tomatoes from your salad, too?” he asked.

Katie nodded.

Kevin quickly snatched the note from Katie’s hand and slipped it to Suzanne.

Katie watched as Suzanne unfolded the paper. Suzanne frowned, and shook her head.

“Whose side are you on?” she hissed over Kevin’s head.

“I’m not on anyone’s side,” Katie whispered back.

“Girls!” Mrs. Derkman said sternly. “Is there something you want to share with the entire class?”

For one scary moment, Katie thought Suzanne might call Becky a copycat in front everyone. But Suzanne didn’t say anything. She just sat up tall and glared at the back of Becky’s head.

“Okay then,” Mrs. Derkman said. “Let’s get to work. The first thing I want to discuss are your topics for your research papers.” “Let’s begin with the first row.”

George sat in the first seat in the first row. Mrs. Derkman had put him there so she could keep an eye on him. “I’m doing a paper on skateboarding,” George told her. “It will be wheel-y exciting.”

A few of the kids groaned at George’s bad joke. Mrs. Derkman never even looked up. She just wrote George’s topic in her notebook. “Okay, how about you, Mandy?”

“I want to do a research paper on dragon-flies. We have a lot of them living near the creek behind my house,” Mandy answered.

“That will be very nice,” Mrs. Derkman said. “Just please don’t bring any of them into the classroom.”

Everybody laughed. They all knew that Mrs. Derkman was very afraid of bugs.

“And you, Jeremy?” Mrs. Derkman asked.

“I want to do a report on soccer,” Jeremy said. “It’s my favorite sport.”

“Just remember, you can’t play ball in the classroom,” Mrs. Derkman reminded him.

“I’m going to make a videotape,” Jeremy assured her.

Mrs. Derkman smiled. “That’s a fine idea. Okay, now let’s move on to the second row. Have you come up with something, Becky?”

Becky sat up very straight and tall. “I want to do my research project on Cleopatra,” she said.

The class was silent.

They couldn’t believe their ears. Everyone figured Suzanne would be the one to do a research project about Cleopatra. The kids all turned around to see how Suzanne was taking the news: not well.

Suzanne’s eyes were closed in angry little slits. Her mouth was clenched tightly. She was obviously really mad—so mad, in fact, that she forgot Mrs. Derkman’s rule about calling out.

“That’s my topic!” Suzanne shouted. “I was going to do Cleopatra! Everybody knew it.”

Becky shook her head. “I didn’t know it.”

Suzanne glared at her. “Yes you did. You knew how I felt about Cleopatra. You heard me talking about her at lunch. Becky, you’re a great big copycat!”

The class gasped. No one had ever acted that way in Mrs. Derkman’s room before. Not even George.

“Suzanne Lock,” Mrs. Derkman said sternly. “That is not how we behave in class. Becky will be doing a report on Cleopatra. You will have to find another topic to research. There are lots of interesting people or things you can learn about.”

“Not as interesting as Cleopatra,” Suzanne moaned.

Mrs. Derkman sighed. “Oh, I think there are. In fact, I’m going to give you a topic for your project. You will do a report on Coco Chanel.”

“What’s a Coco Chanel?” Suzanne demanded. “Some sort of candy bar?”

Mrs. Derkman laughed. “No. Coco Chanel was a person. A very special person.”

“Why?” Suzanne asked.

“You’ll see,” Mrs. Derkman said, as she wrote the topic in her book. She smiled at Suzanne. “I promise that you—of all people—will find her very interesting.”

Suzanne sat back, folded her arms, and stared furiously at Becky.

Katie gulped. She’d seen that look on Suzanne’s face before. I’m sure glad I’m not Becky, she thought to herself.

Chapter 5

“Now do you believe me? I told you Becky was a copycat!” Suzanne insisted, as she and Katie walked out of the school building at the end of the day.

Katie nodded slowly. She couldn’t defend Becky anymore. Taking Suzanne’s research topic had been really mean.

“I can’t believe Mrs. Derkman is making me do a research project on that Coco Chanel person,” Suzanne moaned. “I don’t even know who she is.”

“You can come over to my house and we can look her up on the Internet,” Katie suggested.

Suzanne shrugged. “Why not? At least I’ll be able to eat some of your mom’s cookies while we work.”

Katie grinned. Her mom did bake great cookies. Suzanne’s mother usually served the store-bought kind.

Just then, Becky came running up to the girls. “Are y’all going to the library to start your research?” she asked in her soft Southern accent.

Katie was about to tell Becky that she and Suzanne were going to her house to use the computer, but Suzanne shot Katie one of her don’t-you-dare looks.

Becky looked hopefully at Katie. That made Katie feel terrible. She was supposed to be Becky’s buddy, and she wasn’t inviting her to come along. Katie knew Becky was feeling left out.

But Suzanne’s feelings had been hurt, too. She needed Katie every bit as much as Becky did. Katie didn’t know what to do.

Suzanne solved that problem for her.

“We have other plans,” Suzanne told Becky simply. “You’ll have to float down the Nile without us.”

Becky looked curiously at Suzanne.

“The Nile,” Suzanne repeated. “That’s a river in Egypt. You’d have known that if you were as big a fan of Cleopatra as I am.”

Becky smiled. “I’m going to learn all about Cleopatra. Then you and I can talk about her. Maybe we can even start a Cleopatra club.”

“Whatever.” Suzanne sighed. She put her thumbs together and held her pointer fingers straight up to make a big W.

This was going to get ugly—Katie could tell. She quickly grabbed Suzanne by the elbow. “We’ve got to go. See you tomorrow, Becky.”

“I don’t believe that girl!” Suzanne exclaimed, as she and Katie walked off. “A Cleopatra club? How could she?”

“She just wants to be friends.” Katie said.

Suzanne rolled her eyes. “I’d rather be friends with a three-headed rat.”

Katie sighed. There was no point in arguing with Suzanne when she was this angry. It was easier to change the topic. “You can use the Internet first,” she told her. “I have a book on cocker spaniels that I can start with.”

Before long, the girls had reached Katie’s house. Mrs. Carew was sitting on the front steps with Pepper when they arrived.

“Hi, girls,” she greeted them. “How was school?”

“Rotten,” Suzanne moaned.

“Fine,” Katie said at the exact same time.

Mrs. Carew laughed. “Are you sure you were in the same classroom?” She held out a plate of warm sugar cookies with M&M’s baked into them.

“The new girl stole my research topic,” Suzanne explained between cookie bites. “Katie got the topic she wanted.”

“Cocker spaniels,” Katie told her mother.

Mrs. Carew laughed as Katie scratched Pepper behind the ears. “Of course,” she said.

“I wanted to do Cleopatra. But Blechy Becky is researching her,” Suzanne said. “Mrs. Derkman is making me do a report on some lady named Coco Chanel.”

“Oh, you’re going to love Coco!” Katie’s mom exclaimed. “She’s very interesting.”

Suzanne made a face.

“Besides, you already know everything there is to know about Cleopatra,” Mrs. Carew said. “Now you’ll learn something new.”

Katie and Suzanne looked at each other. That was one of those things only a grown-up would say. You couldn’t argue with it—even though you wished you could.

“Let’s go find out who this Coco Chanel lady is,” Katie told Suzanne.

Suzanne nodded and followed Katie into the living room. The girls sat down and booted up the computer. Suzanne typed the words “Coco Chanel” into the search engine. Almost instantly the link to a short biography appeared on the screen.

Coco Chanel: This French fashion designer’s real name was Gabrielle Chanel. Coco Chanel changed fashion forever. She designed the first pants for women. She was famous for wearing lots of beads and carrying quilted pocketbooks with chains. She also created perfumes.

“Oooh! Katie, look at her,” Suzanne squealed, pointing to the photograph.

Katie looked at the picture of a darkhaired woman in a black pantsuit. She wore strands and strands of white pearls around her neck. She looked very elegant.

“Isn’t she wonderful?” Suzanne asked Katie. “Don’t you just love all those beads? Do you think I should wear my hair short like that?”

Katie laughed. Good-bye Cleo, Hello Coco.

Chapter 6

“Teddy bear, teddy bear, turn around. Teddy bear, teddy bear, touch the ground,” Becky chanted as she jumped over the two double-Dutch jump ropes.

Becky, Miriam, and Zoe were already playing in the schoolyard when Katie arrived the next morning. Katie walked over to watch.

“Teddy bear, teddy bear, touch your toe,” Becky continued as she tapped her foot with her hand. “Teddy bear, teddy bear, out you go!” she shouted as she dashed out from between the twirling ropes.

“That was great!” Miriam congratulated Becky. “You didn’t miss once.”

Becky smiled and looked over at Katie. “Hi! Where’s Suzanne?”

Katie shrugged. “We don’t usually walk to school together. Why?” After what had happened yesterday, Katie couldn’t believe that Becky would be looking for Suzanne.

“I just thought she’d like to jump double Dutch with me. I know a whole bunch of jump-rope rhymes.”

Katie didn’t think Suzanne would want to learn any of Becky’s rhymes, but she didn’t tell Becky that. Instead, she said, “Nice outfit. Is it new?”

Becky was wearing a purple shirt with a pink flower in the center. The shirt matched her purple glittery skirt perfectly.

“I found it at the mall,” Becky told her. “I thought it was really cool.” She lifted her skirt a little. “And see, I’m wearing shorts.”

“Do you want to jump again, Becky?” Zoe interrupted. “Since you didn’t miss, you get another turn.”

“Okay,” Becky said. As Miriam and Zoe began turning the ropes, Becky leaped in. “Fortune-teller if you’re so smart, tell me the name of my sweetheart. Is it A ...B ... C ...”

Becky kept jumping, twirling around as she said each letter. The ropes were moving at a very steady rhythm, until suddenly ...

“Look at Suzanne!” Zoe cried out. She dropped one of her ropes. Instantly, Becky tripped over the fallen jump rope. “Hey! Why did you stop turning?” she asked.

But there was no one around to answer her. Miriam and Zoe were both running over to meet Suzanne at the far end of the playground.

“Wow, Suzanne! You look great,” Mandy Banks exclaimed. “I love those beads.”

Suzanne fingered the many strands of white plastic beads she wore around her neck. She smoothed the creases in her black slacks and straightened her plain black shirt.

Katie was amazed. The girls had only seen the picture of Coco Chanel yesterday. And Suzanne was already dressed like her.

“Hey there, Coco,” Katie teased.

“Don’t you just love this outfit?” Suzanne gushed. “My mom helped me put it together. She’s so glad that I’m over all that glitter stuff.” Suzanne stared at Becky’s outfit.

Just then George and Jeremy wandered over to see what all the fuss was about.

“What are you supposed to be?” Jeremy asked.

“Let me check my calendar,” George said. “I think I missed Halloween.”

Suzanne rolled her eyes. “You boys don’t know anything. This outfit is very grown-up.”

“But you’re not a grown-up, Suzanne,” Jeremy reminded her. “How are you going to play any games in that getup?”

“Maybe I don’t feel like playing games,” Suzanne argued.

“What are you going to do at recess then?”

“I’m going to spend recess drawing clothes,” she told him.

George made a face. “Boring!” he said.

“No, it’s not!” Suzanne replied. “I can get lots of ideas for new fashions here. As Coco Chanel said, ‘Fashion is in the air. Born upon the wind.’ ”

George and Jeremy had no idea what Suzanne was talking about.

“Forget Coco Chanel,” George moaned. “You’re Cuckoo Chanel.”

Jeremy laughed. “See ya later, Cuckoo,” he said as he ran off toward the soccer field.

“Cuckoo, cuckoo,” George added, sounding very much like a cuckoo clock.

As soon as the boys were gone, Becky held up a her purple lunch bag. “I brought lunch today,” she told Suzanne. “It’s pita bread and bean salad. I’ve got dried figs for dessert. I thought we could share our lunches and have an Egyptian feast.”

Suzanne shook her head. “Sorry, Becky. I have French bread and a hunk of cheese for lunch today. That’s what they eat in Paris. Coco Chanel lived in Paris, you know.”

Becky bit her lip. “Oh. Well, bread and cheese sounds good, too.”

“It is,” Suzanne assured her. “I love everything that’s French. As far as I’m concerned, Egypt is ancient history!”

Chapter 7

“Look at Blechy Becky,” Suzanne said as she watched Becky drag a huge black duffel bag to her desk. It had been two weeks since Becky had chosen Cleopatra as her research topic, but Suzanne still didn’t like her.

“What do you think she has in there?” Mandy wondered.

“Maybe a mummy,” Suzanne joked. “That would be perfect. After all, only a dead person would hang around with her.”

“That’s really mean, Suzanne,” Katie said.

“Not as mean as copying my clothes and stealing my research topic,” Suzanne said.

“She’s probably got the stuff for her report in that bag,” Katie said.

Today was the first day of the research project presentations. Two kids would give speeches each day. George and Becky were first.

“She sure doesn’t look like Cleopatra,” Suzanne said, staring at Becky’s white blouse, black stretch jeans, and chunky red beads. “The Queen of the Nile didn’t wear beads. Coco Chanel wore beads. I wear beads. She’s not trying to be like Cleopatra. She’s trying to be like me. She’s such a wanna-be.”

Before Katie could say a word, Mrs. Derkman stood in front of the room. “Will everyone sit down, please?” she said.

The kids quickly scrambled to their seats.

“We’re going to get started on our research presentations,” the teacher continued. “George, do you want to go first?”

Katie glanced over at George. He was wearing baggy orange shorts and a huge yellow-and-orange Hawaiian shirt. He was also wearing his helmet and pads. He certainly looked ready to go first.

“Sure!” George exclaimed. He walked to the front of the room and held up his skateboard. “Hey there, dudes and honeys. This is my stick.”

Mrs. Derkman looked curiously at George. “Excuse me?”

George laughed. “All I said was, ‘Hi everyone. This is my board.’ I was using surfing slang.”

“I thought your report was about skateboarding,” Manny interrupted.

“It is,” George said. “Skateboarding became really popular in the 1950s. Back then, everyone in California was surfing. Other kids wanted to surf, too. But not everyone lived near an ocean. So skateboards were great. You could catch the surfing wave no matter where you lived. That’s why a lot of skateboarding words sound like surfer words.”

George put one foot on the back of his skateboard. “I’m going to show you a cool skateboarding move,” he told the class. “It’s called Mondo Foot.”

Mondo foot? Katie couldn’t help it. She started to giggle. So did lots of other kids.

“No, really,” George told them. “When you do Mondo Foot, you push the board with your front foot, like this.”

George pushed off with his front foot. His skateboard soared across the floor.

Unfortunately, George wasn’t on the skateboard. He’d slipped off. Crash! The board slammed into the trash can. Trash spilled out all over the floor.

George leaped across the room to grab his board. As he ran, he tripped over the fallen trash can. George went flying through the air. He landed headfirst right on top of Katie’s desk.

George was lucky he was wearing a helmet.

Too bad Katie wasn’t. George slammed right into her face.

“Ouch!” Katie shouted, as she grabbed her nose.

“I’m sorry,” George mumbled. He looked embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” Katie told him. “I’m alright.”

But Katie wasn’t alright. Her nose was bleeding.

“Oooh! Yuck!” Kevin shouted when he saw the red blood running from Katie’s nose. He moved his chair far from Katie.

Mrs. Derkman walked over and handed Katie a wad of tissues. “It’s just a little blood, Kevin,” she said. “Katie, go to the nurse and get an ice pack. George, finish your report without any more demonstrations, alright?”

“Okay,” George said. He sounded disappointed.

Katie held the tissues tightly against her nose as she headed out of the room and down the long, empty hallway to the nurse’s office. She was determined not to get any blood on her shirt.

Suddenly, Katie felt a cool wind blowing on the back of her neck. She quickly looked around. There were no windows in the hallway, and the doors were all shut tight.

Katie gulped. This was no ordinary wind. This was the magic wind!

The magic wind began spinning faster and faster all around Katie. Her red hair whipped wildly around her head.

Katie shut her eyes tightly, and tried not to cry. As the fierce tornado swirled, she grabbed onto a locker.

And then it stopped. Just like that. No warning. But Katie wasn’t surprised. The magic wind never gave her any warning. In fact, it never felt the same way twice. The magic wind was always different—as different as the people it turned Katie into.

Which brought up the big question: Just who had the magic wind turned Katie into this time?

Chapter 8

Katie was afraid to open her eyes. She had no idea where she was. All she knew was that she was sitting, and she used to be standing.

Suddenly, Katie heard loud applause. Where was she? A theater? A ball game?

Slowly, Katie let her eyes flutter open.

“Oh my goodness,” she muttered to herself. “How did I wind up here?”

Somehow, Katie had come back to class 3A. Everyone was sitting happily in their seats. George was standing in the front of the room, taking a bow.

“That was very good, George,” Mrs. Derkman said, as she walked to the front of the room. “We have all learned a lot about skateboarding.”

“And about skatefalling,” Manny teased.

George blushed.

“Okay, please take your seat, George,” Mrs. Derkman said. “Now we will hear all about Cleopatra. It’s your turn, Becky.”

Suddenly, all eyes turned to look at Katie. Katie stared back at her classmates.

“Becky?” Mrs. Derkman said. She walked over to where Katie was sitting.

Slowly, Katie looked down. Instead of her own faded jeans and blue shirt, Katie was wearing a white blouse, black stretch jeans, and big red beads.

Katie gulped as she wiped a strand of blond hair from her eyes. Oh, no! Katie had turned into Becky. Mrs. Derkman expected her to give a report, but Katie didn’t know anything about Cleopatra.

“Becky, it’s your turn,” Mrs. Derkman coaxed sternly.

Katie didn’t know what to do. If she didn’t go up in front of the classroom right now, Becky would get an F on her report.

Katie couldn’t let that happen.

But she couldn’t teach the class anything about Cleopatra, either.

Then Katie remembered the black bag Becky had dragged to school that day. It was sitting right at her feet. Maybe there was something in the bag that could help her give the report.

“Okay, Mrs. Derkman,” Katie said as she unzipped the bag. Her voice sounded so strange. It had the same soft, singsongy Southern accent as the real Becky’s.

Slowly, Katie peered into the bag. The first thing she spotted was a package of note cards.

Phew. Becky had written out her speech on the cards.

Then Katie pulled out a black wig and a huge hat with some sort of snake on the top. Under that was a long, clingy, white dress. There was a stuffed cat in the bag as well.

Quickly, Katie threw the costume on over Becky’s everyday clothes. She picked up the cat and the cards, and walked to the front of the room.

Immediately Suzanne started laughing. “Her crown’s on backward,” She giggled. “The snake’s supposed to go in the front!”

“Suzanne!” Mrs. Derkman warned.

Suzanne stopped her giggling right away.

Katie blushed and turned the crown around. Then she looked at the notecards in her hand. They were very hard to read. Becky did not have neat handwriting.

“Cleopatra was born in Egypt in 69 B.C.,” Katie began slowly, as she struggled to understand Becky’s notes. “She was famous for her beauty.”

Katie looked out at the kids in her class. They seemed interested. Well, at least everyone other than Suzanne seemed interested. Things weren’t going too badly. She turned to the next card.

“Cleopatra was the daughter of King ...”

But before Katie could finish her sentence, she lost her grip on the notecards. The the whole pile slipped from her hands.

“Oops!” Katie exclaimed. Quickly, she bent down to scoop up Becky’s cards. As she looked down at the cards, the Cleopatra crown fell from Katie’s head. The black wig slipped down over her eyes. Katie could barely see past the long dark hair. And as if that weren’t bad enough ...

Rrrip. Becky’s long white dress ripped right up the back. Everyone heard the dress tear.

“Boy, Cleopatra must have been a klutz!” George joked.

“This is too funny!” Suzanne began to giggle. So did a lot of other kids.

Katie could feel her face turning red with embarrassment.

“Class!” Mrs. Derkman scolded. “Show Becky the same respect you would like to be shown during your report.”

Mrs. Derkman sounded really angry. Instantly, the class got quiet. They waited for Becky to speak.

But the note cards were all out of order now. Katie had no idea what she was supposed to say next. This report was turning into a disaster!

Katie looked out at her classmates. They were all sitting silently, waiting for her to say something.

Quickly, Katie read whatever was written on the card at the top of her pile. “Cleopatra was absolutely crazy about Caesar,” she told the class.

“About who?” Manny asked.

“Caesar,” Katie repeated.

“Caesar who?” Manny asked.

Katie had no idea. “Um ... Caesar ... Caesar ... uh ... Caesar salad.” she blurted out finally.

Everyone began laughing again.

Katie thought she was going to cry.

“I think you mean Julius Caesar,” Suzanne told her. “He was a famous Roman general. Everyone knows that.”

Not everyone, Katie thought miserably.

Suzanne started to giggle again. Soon everyone else was laughing, too.

Katie couldn’t take it anymore. She ran out of the classroom in tears.

As she raced down the empty hallway, Katie could hear the kids in room 3A making fun of Becky’s speech. She could also hear Mrs. Derkman ordering her to come back.

But Katie wasn’t going back into that room.

At least not as long as she was Becky Stern.

Chapter 9

Katie ran into the bathroom to wash her face. She couldn’t let anyone see her with blotchy skin and red eyes. It was bad enough that she’d ruined Becky’s report. She couldn’t let everyone think she was a big crybaby, too.

Katie turned on the cold water and put her hands under the faucet. Right away, she felt a draft blowing on her neck.

Katie looked over at the bathroom windows. They were locked tightly. And the door hadn’t opened since Katie had walked into the room. Quickly Katie bent down and peered under the two bathroom stalls. There was no one in either one.

Katie was all alone in the girls bathroom.

The magic wind only came when Katie was alone.

Katie grabbed on to the and held on tightly. She knew what was coming next. That breeze was about to become a tornado!

Sure enough, within seconds, wild winds began to swirl all around Katie. This time, the wind was bitter and cold. Katie could feel goosebumps popping up all over her body as the gusts churned around her.

And then it was all over. Just like that. The air was still, and the bathroom was warm again.

Nervously, Katie looked into the bathroom mirror. Her own face stared back at her. She could see her own red hair and the freckles across her nose. Katie Kazoo was back!

And so was Becky. In fact, she was standing right next to Katie, wearing a crooked wig and a ripped white dress, looking confused.

“How did I get in here?” she asked Katie.

“Don’t you remember?” Katie replied.

“Well, sort of. I think I was giving my report, but I’m not sure. It’s all kind of fuzzy.”

Katie gulped. How was she going to explain this? She couldn’t just come out and say that she had turned into Becky and given her report for her. Becky would never believe her. Katie wouldn’t have believed it, either—if it hadn’t happened to her.

“My report was a real mess,” Becky moaned. “I’m not sure what happened. It’s like it was me up there in front of everyone, but it wasn’t me. You know what I mean?”

Katie definitely knew what she meant—better than anyone. “Maybe Mrs. Derkman will let you try again,” Katie suggested.

“Do you really think so?” Becky asked.

Katie wasn’t sure if Mrs. Derkman would give Becky another chance, but it was worth a try. “You’re new,” Katie told her. “Tell her you got nervous.”

“I was kind of nervous, waiting for my turn,” Becky recalled.

“And maybe you should volunteer to do a different topic,” Katie continued. “Then you’re doing extra work.”

Becky made a face. “Why would I want to do that? I did so much work on my report.”

“Yeah, but you already ...”

Katie was about to say that Becky had already messed up her Cleopatra report, but that wasn’t true. Katie had messed it up for her. So instead she said, “Mrs. Derkman likes when kids do extra work. And you want Mrs. Derkman to like you. It’s horrible when she’s mad at you. Just ask George. She’s always angry with him.”

“I guess,” Becky said thoughtfully. “What topic should I pick?”

“I don’t know. Something you’re interested in.” She stopped for a minute. “You weren’t really all that into Cleopatra, were you?”

Becky looked down at the tile floor. “No.”

“Then why did you pick that topic?” Katie asked her.

Becky frowned. “I guess Suzanne made it sound so interesting. She makes everything sound interesting.”

Katie nodded. “I know what you mean.”

“I thought if Suzanne and I had something in common, we’d be friends. And if Suzanne became my friend, then everyone would be my friend,” Becky explained.

“Well, a lot of people do like Suzanne,” Katie agreed. “But you don’t have to be just like her to make friends. Just be yourself.”

“But everyone here is so different than the kids at my old school. Y’all have been friends forever.”

Katie shook her head. “Not all of us. George was new at the beginning of the year. He has lots of friends now. You will, too. It just takes time.” She smiled. “I’m your friend, so you’ve got one pal already.”

Becky smiled. “Okay, pal,” she said sweetly. “Can you help me come up with a report topic?

“Sure! What do you like to do?” said Katie.

Becky thought about that for a minute. “Well, back in Atlanta I took gymnastics. I was getting pretty good at the balance beam and floor exercises.”

“So ask Mrs. Derkman if you can do a report on gymnastics,” Katie suggested. Then she frowned and touched her nose. It was still sore where George had crashed into her. “Just don’t do a cartwheel into my face, okay?”

Becky giggled and stuck out her hand. “It’s a deal.”

Chapter 10

“Coco Chanel was known for her simple dresses and suits,” Suzanne told the class Thursday morning. “She also created costume jewelry and quilted handbags.”

“P.U. What’s that smell?” George held his nose and looked all around the room. “I think it’s coming from you, Suzanne.”

Suzanne rolled her eyes. “That’s perfume,” she told George. “Coco Chanel created all sorts of perfumes. Her most famous is called Chanel Number Five.”

“She should have called it Dog Poo Number Five,” George said. “It smells terrible.”

“George!” Mrs. Derkman scolded. “We do not say ‘dog poo’ in school.”

“Oh, I’m not wearing Chanel perfume,” Suzanne said. “I made my perfume myself.”

“How did you do that?” Mandy asked.

“I used a perfume-making kit,” Suzanne explained. “It’s a mixture of bubble gum, grape, and rosebud scents. I call it Suzanne Number One.”

Then Suzanne showed the class pictures of clothes that Coco Chanel had designed. The girls seemed interested. The boys were bored.

“Lots of designers copied Coco Chanel’s work,” Suzanne said, as she finished her report. “Everyone wanted to look like her and dress like her. That’s why I can relate to her.”

Mrs. Derkman stood up and smiled at Suzanne. “I knew this would be a good topic for you to research. Thank you for your report.” The teacher turned to Becky. “Are you ready?” she asked her.

Becky stood nervously and straightened the sleeves on her blue and silver gymnastics leotard. She looked at Katie.

Katie smiled and gave her a thumbs-up sign.

Becky gave her a thumbs-up back, then...

Whoosh! Becky flipped in midair and landed on her hands! She walked upside down to the front of the room.

Whoosh! Becky flipped over again. This time, she landed on her feet.

“My report is about gymnastics,” Becky told them. “People have been doing gymnastics for more than two thousand years. But it’s only been a competitive sport for about one hundred years.”

Becky gave a long speech about about the history of gymnastics. She didn’t use any note cards. She knew it all by heart.

Then Becky demonstrated some of the moves she had learned in her gymnastics classes. She did a back flip, a cartwheel, and a handspring. She ended her routine with a perfect split.

“Awesome!” Jeremy exclaimed.

“I wish I could do that!” George said.

“Can you teach me to do a cartwheel?” Zoe asked. “I always flop over to the side.”

Suddenly, everyone was talking at once. They all wanted Becky to teach them how to do gymnastics.

Katie looked at Suzanne. She was playing with her beaded necklace, trying to act as though she didn’t like Becky’s report. But Katie knew better. It would be impossible not to have found Becky’s speech interesting.

“Okay class, settle down,” Mrs. Derkman said. “I don’t want anyone trying any of Becky’s tricks out on the playground. You should only learn gymnastics from a real

gymnastics teacher.”

“That’s right,” Becky said. “My mom found a gymnastics school here in Cherrydale. Maybe some of y’all can take classes there, too.”

“Do they have a trampoline?” Miriam said.

“Sure,” Becky said.

“How about a vaulting horse?” asked Jeremy.

“Of course.”

Becky told the other kids what gymnastics school was like. She didn’t seem like a new kid any more. She was one of them now.

There was no reason for Becky to be a copycat ever again.

Chapter 11

“This one is called a round-off,” Becky said, as she leaped up, flipped, and twisted her body in midair.

“All right, Becky!” Jeremy shouted.

Becky smiled brightly and winked at him. Jeremy blushed.

It was recess. Usually the kids in class 3A would be all over the playground. But today they were all gathered on the grass, watching Becky do her gymnastics. Every time she bent her body or flipped over, they cheered.

Suzanne was the only one in the class not watching Becky. She was sitting all by herself on a bench.

Katie looked over and studied her best friend’s face. She looked sad and kind of lonely.

It was weird to see Suzanne like that. Usually Suzanne looked angry, happy, or proud of herself. She never looked sad. And she was never alone on the playground. Katie figured the look on Suzanne’s face meant trouble for Becky.

And then the strangest thing happened. Becky turned away from the sea of kids surrounding her. She walked over to Suzanne.

“Hi,” Becky said shyly.

“What do you want?” Suzanne asked.

Becky grinned. “I just wanted to tell you that I thought your report was the best in the whole class. I’d never heard of Coco Chanel before, but now I think she’s just the coolest!”

Suzanne smiled ... a little. “She was pretty cool,” she admitted.

“You know what I was thinking?” Becky asked. “You’re kind of like the Coco Chanel of our class. You set the fashion trends.”

Suzanne’s smile broadened. “I was thinking the same thing.” She studied Becky’s glittery yellow-and-orange shirt. “Some black beads would look really nice with that,” she said.

“You think so?” Becky asked her.

Suzanne nodded. “Coco Chanel wore beads with everything!”

“I don’t know where to get beads in Cherrydale,” Becky admitted. “I wore my mother’s red beads the other day.”

“There’s a great bead shop at the mall. It’s near Katie’s mom’s bookstore,” Suzanne said.

Katie’s mom worked part time at the Book Nook bookstore in the Cherrydale Mall.

“Maybe you and I could go and look at beads ... together,” Becky suggested shyly.

“Katie and I are going to the mall Saturday morning. We’re going to hand out flyers for her mom’s store. You could tag along ... I guess,” Suzanne told her.

Becky shook her head. “I have gymnastics on Saturday mornings.”

“Okay.” Suzanne began to walk away.

“But I could meet you later, after my class,” Becky said quickly.

“We’ll be there until three o’clock,” Suzanne told her. “If you come earlier, maybe the three of us could get a slice of pizza at Louie’s.”

“Is that in the mall, too?”

Suzanne nodded.

“Is it good pizza?” Becky asked.

“The best!” Suzanne said. “Boy, you’ve got a lot to learn about Cherrydale, Becky.”

“I’ll see you Saturday,” Becky assured her. Then she turned and walked back toward the kids on the grass.

Katie made her way across the playground to Suzanne. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing,” Suzanne shrugged. “I just told Becky to meet us at the mall on Saturday. That’s all. No biggie.”

Katie looked surprised. “So you’re friends?” she asked.

Suzanne shrugged. “I don’t know about friends ...” she began. “She’s okay, I guess.”

“Yeah, Becky’s pretty okay,” Katie agreed.

“You know, I was thinking,” Suzanne continued, “I like dressing like Coco Chanel because she was so cool, smart, and creative. Maybe that’s the reason Becky has been acting the way she has. She wants to be like me. Who wouldn’t?”

Katie choked back a laugh. Sometimes Suzanne could be so full of herself.

“Besides, Becky’s new here,” Suzanne continued. “She needs someone with my experience—and flair for fashion—to show her around.”

That made Katie angry. She’d been showing Becky around all week. And she’d done a good job of making her feel at home. Katie was about to tell Suzanne just that, when she suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing all around her.

Oh, no! Was the magic wind back? Would it blow with Suzanne standing right there?

“Katie, what’s the matter with you?” Suzanne asked. “You look look like you just saw a ghost.” Suzanne held her palm up in the air. “I think I just felt a raindrop. And listen to that wind. I think we’re going to have a storm.”

Katie breathed a sigh of relief. Suzanne could hear the wind, too. This was just a regular storm—the kind everybody could feel.

“I hate rain!” Suzanne moaned.

“The flowers need it. And so do the trees,” Katie told her.

Suzanne smiled. “That’s why you’re my best friend,” she said.

“Huh?”

“You’re always thinking about someone else,” Suzanne explained. “Like the trees. Or Becky. You really wanted to help her.”

Katie gulped. Help her? Katie had almost ruined everything for her.

But, of course, Suzanne didn’t know anything about that.

“I just told her to do a report on something she found interesting,” Katie said quickly.

Suzanne nodded. “And that report helped her make friends. You knew what she needed. I swear, Katie, sometimes it’s like you can get right inside other people’s brains.”

Katie started to laugh. Inside people’s brains? Suzanne didn’t know the half of it!

Chapter 12

Did you ever wonder how we know so much about the lives of people in ancient Egypt? Becky found the answer to that question while she was researching Cleopatra. (Of course Suzanne already knew the answer, but that’s another story!)

It turns out the ancient Egyptians had a written language. But they didn’t use letters in their alphabet. They used pictures. Each picture stood for a sound.

The ancient Egyptians used their picture language to write stories about their lives on the walls of their buildings and pyramids.

At the library, Becky found a chart that shows the Egyptian alphabet. Now she, Katie, and Suzanne can send notes to each other in ancient Egyptian.

That’s going to make Mrs. Derkman really mad. After all, she doesn’t have a copy of this chart.

But you do!