1. Chatting

Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day

1/Chatting 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. This morning, I woke up very excited! 'Cause today we were having kindergarten Field Day at my school, that's why! I couldn't stop shouting that happy news! "Field Day! Today is Field Day!" I shouted to my dog named Tickle. Then I quick ran to my baby brother's room. He was sleeping in his crib. "Field Day! Today is Field Day!" I shouted

to baby Ollie. He woke up very fast. Then he started screaming his whole entire head off. Mother came running right in there. "Junie B. Jones! For goodness' sake! What has gotten into you this morning?" I looked at that woman real curious. "Field Day," I said. "Field Day has gotten into me, Mother. How could you even forget this important occasion? I have been talking about it all week, remember? Field Day is when Room Nine goes against Room Eight. And we have different races and stuff." Ollie kept on screaming. "Could you quiet him down, please?" I asked Mother. "He is taking the edge off of my good mood." She picked him up and patted him. "Thank goodness Field Day is finally here,"

she said. "Maybe now we'll be able to talk about something else for a change." I danced all around that woman. "We will Mother! We will be able to talk about something else! After Field Day is over, we'll be able to talk about how Room Nine creamed Room Eight! Ha!" I jumped up and down. "You're coming to watch me, right? And Daddy's coming, too! Right? 'Cause Room Nine is going to win all the races, probably. So we will need lots of clapping and cheering." Mother ruffled my hair. "Don't worry. We'll be there," she said. "I think Grampa and Grandma Miller might come, too." "Hurray!" I said. "Hurray for the whole darned family!" After that, I ran out of the room. And I called my bestest friend named Grace on the

phone. And wait till you hear this! I didn't even have to look up her number in the phone book! 'Cause I finally got it memorized right in my head! Its name is 555-5555. And that was a hard number to remember, I tell you. 'Cause I kept forgetting the five. I pressed the numbers very careful. "Hello?" said a voice. I did a frown. "Grace? What's wrong with your voice? How come you don't sound like yourself today? Do you have a froggie in your throat?" All of a sudden, I did a gasp. "Oh no, Grace! You didn't catch a cold, did you? You can't be sick today, Grace! Today is Field Day! And you are the fastest runner in kindergarten! Go tell your daddy

that you have to come to school, Grace. Go tell him right now! Go, go, go!" Just then, the voice talked again. "This is Grace's daddy," it said. I looked at the phone. "Oh," I said. "Hello, Mr. Grace. No wonder you don't sound right. 'Cause you are not even Grace, that's why. And so where is she, anyway?" Pretty soon, that Grace said hello. "Grace! Grace! It's me. It's Junie B. Jones! I am so glad to hear your voice! You're not sick, are you, Grace? You're still coming to Field Day, right?" Grace giggled real loud. "Of course I'm coming to Field Day, silly," she said. "I have to come to Field Day, remember? I am the fastest runner in kindergarten."