1. Ricardo

Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl

1/Ricardo My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all. I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble. It happened today on the playground. First I was playing horses with my friends Lucille and Grace. Then, all of a sudden, my boyfriend named Ricardo runned right past me. And he was chasing a new girl named Thelma!

"RICARDO!" I hollered real loud. "HEY! RICARDO! 'ZACTLY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, MISTER?" Then I zoomed right after that guy. And I tackled him on the grass. And we wrestled. And tangled. And rolled all around. Finally, I sat on his legs. And I smoothed my hair very attractive. "Hello, Ricardo," I said. "How are you today? I am fine. Only I just saw you chasing new Thelma. And so please knock it off. And I mean it." Ricardo raised his eyebrows very surprised. "Why? How come?" he said. I sucked in my cheeks at that guy. "Because, Ricardo. Because I am your girlfriend. And you are my boyfriend. And boyfriends and girlfriends are only allowed to chase each other. That's how come."

Ricardo kept on looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry. Those are just the rules," I explained. Ricardo's face turned very glum. "But I like chasing new Thelma," he said kind of whiny. "It's fun." I patted his arm very understanding. "Yes, well, I don't make the rules, Rick. I just enforce them," I said. After that, I got off his legs. And I sat in the grass next to him. Ricardo didn't talk for a long time. Then finally, he stood up. And he shook my hand real nice. "Junie B., it's been fun being your boyfriend," he said. "But I think it's time we started chasing other people." After that, he waved good-bye. And he ran off to chase new Thelma again.

My eyes got big and wide at him. "NO, RICARDO!" I shouted. "NO, NO, NO! COME BACK! COME BACK!" But Ricardo kept right on running. I felt weakish and sickish inside. I slumped back down in the grass. Only too bad for me. Because just then, the bell rang for the end of recess. And all the children started running to the building. But not me. I just kept sitting and sitting in the grass. My teacher called my name. Her name is Mrs. She has another name, too. But I just like Mrs. and that's all. Finally, Mrs. came out to get me. "Junie B., honey?" she said. "Why aren't you coming in? What's the trouble?" I looked up real depressed.

"Ricardo," I said real sad. "Ricardo is the trouble." After that, tears came in my eyes. And my nose started to run very much. Mrs. closed her eyes. "Oh no. Not boy problems," she said. "Not already." After that, she gave me a tissue. And she stood me on my feet. And she walked with me to Room Nine.