08 Pinkie Swear

Pinkie Swear Class 3T went wild, standing and clapping even more. Jessica Finch curtsied. Judy Moody did not stand up. Judy Moody did not clap. Judy Moody put her head down on the South Pole. She wanted to cry into her not-royal hankie. Jessica Finch always did her homework. Jessica Finch always got big fat A's, except for when they were A-pluses. Her family tree did not lie. If Jessica Finch was telling the truth, then her great-grandpa-times-thirteen was NOT related to a queen after all. She, Judy Moody, was more rat than royal. She was not from a long line of blue bloods. She was not from a long line of queens. She was not even a teeny tiny bit Cinderella. She was from a long line of rat catchers. The lowliest of the low. Royal rat

catchers were worse than royal bug squishers. Then it hit her like a ship crashing into an iceberg. This was titanic! If Jessica's story was true, then she, Judy Mudeye Moody, was related to... Jessica Fink Finch! If you went way, way, way, way, way back in the family tree, Jessica Finch was Judy Moody's long lost... stepsister? Blimey! Judy's knickers were in a right piccadilly of a twist. Forget Cinderella. She and Jessica were the stugly

upsisters. Ugly stepsisters! Judy wanted to float away on an Antarctic iceberg to a land Far Far Away. She looked down at her KEEP CALM T-shirt. It should say KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON LIKE A ROYAL RAT CATCHER. "Earth to Judy," said Mr. Todd. It was finally her turn, but she didn't care. She couldn't stand in front of her friends and her whole class and tell them that she was not related to a queen. She was descended from a not-royal, good-fornothing rat catcher. "You can return to your seat, Judy. We're out of time for today. We'll pick up with your family tree on Monday." Phew! Nobody knew her big fat secret yet. Nobody knew that she was an un-queen. And nobody-but-nobody knew that she was secret sort-of-sisters with Jessica Finch. Nobody could ever know. Judy picked up her Famous Women Rulers ruler. She could no longer read her name there, it was so smudged. She snuck a bite of candy necklace. They were no longer pearls. All of a sudden, a note folded like a crown landed

on her Social Studies Student Edition Grade Three book. She looked around. She unfolded the note. Hi, Sis!! Hi, Sis!! Two short words of perfect penmanship. The swirly capital S. The smiley-face i. The slanty double exclamation points. These were the marks of the Princess of Penmanship. The Queen of Cursive. The Her-Majesty of Handwriting. Jessica A-Plus Finch. She knew! The secret was out. Soon it would be all over Class 3T that Judy Moody was not— I repeat not— related to a queen. It would be all over the whole school that Judy was related to Jessica Fink Finch. Arch-frenemy Jessica Finch had ruined everything. How could Judy have a right royal tea party and be crowned queen if she was not even royal? Judy glared at the ponytail in front of her. The same ponytail she stared at every day. But today it did not belong to her know-it-all rival. It did not belong to the show-off Queen Bee of Spelling. Today it belonged to her long lost... stepsister!

Stugly upsister, Judy told herself. She tweaked that ponytail. Once, twice. Jessica turned around. She wasn't even annoyed. She was smiling. Her eyes sparkled like crown jewels. "Meet me by the cubbies," Judy whispered. She headed for the back of the room. Jessica followed. "You can't tell anybody—" Judy started. "We're secret stepsisters," said Jessica, jumping up and down. "Shh!" said Judy.

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