Chapter 1

The Lemonade War Series The Candy smash Jacqueline Davies

《柠檬水之战》系列《糖果》粉碎了杰奎琳·戴维斯

Chapter 1 Zing! onomatopoeia (n) when a word sounds like the object it names or the sound that object makes; for example: sizzle, hiccup, gurgle If Evan had known what would be hidden in his shoebox later that day, he might not have minded decorating it so much. But for now, he stared at the box in disgust. He hated projects like this. Cutting projects, gluing projects. Projects with scissors and paper and markers and tape. Why did he have to decorate the shoebox anyway? "Can I have that?" asked Jessie on her way back to her desk group. She pointed at the ruler on Evan's desk. In her hand, she held her box. All four sides and the top of the box were

第1章！拟声词：指一个词听起来像它所命名的对象或该对象发出的声音；如果埃文知道那天晚些时候他的鞋盒里会藏些什么，他也许就不会介意那么多地装饰它了。 但现在，他厌恶地盯着盒子。 他讨厌这样的项目。 裁剪项目，粘合项目。 用剪刀、纸、记号笔和胶带做项目。 他为什么要装饰鞋盒呢？ “我能要那个吗？”杰西在回课桌组的路上问。 她指着埃文桌上的尺子。 她手里拿着盒子。 盒子的四周和顶部都是

covered in red construction paper, and the slot on top was outlined with a perfectly measured crinkle-cut rectangle of white paper. "Why? Aren't you done?" asked Evan. "No!" said Jessie. "I made spirals for the sides and flowers and hearts for the top." Evan looked over at her desk, which was in the group next to his. Lined up in neat rows were four perfect paper spirals, four curly paper rosettes, and twenty identical paper hearts. Jessie's decorations were so precise, they looked like they came from a factory. It was at times like this that Evan wished his little sister wasn't in the same fourth-grade class with him. Jessie was good at math and writing

上面盖着红色的建筑纸，上面的槽是用白纸画出来的一个精确测量的褶皱矩形。 “为什么?你还没做完吗？”埃文问。 “不！”杰西说。“我在侧面做了螺旋形，在顶部做了花朵和心形。” 埃文看了看她的桌子，她的桌子就在他的桌子旁边。 整齐地排列着四个完美的螺旋形纸，四个卷曲的玫瑰花形纸和二十个一模一样的心形纸。 杰西的装饰非常精确，看起来就像从工厂里出来的一样。 在这种时候，埃文希望他的小妹妹不要和他在同一个四年级班。 杰西擅长数学和写作

and science and just about everything that counted in school. She had even skipped the third grade. Why did she have to be so smart? Evan slumped a little in his seat. "Go ahead, take it." Jessie reached for the ruler, then said, "That's sloppy. You should cut the paper so it's even. You want me to do it?" "No, I don't want your help, Miss Perfect." Jessie shrugged. "Suit yourself." Then she went back to her seat. "What are you going to put on your box?" asked Megan, who was returning to her desk on the other side of the room after showing her box to their teacher, Mrs. Overton. Her long ponytail swung from side to side as she walked up to his desk. Evan felt his face go hot. It was bad enough that his shoebox looked like nothing—now Megan Moriarty had to go and notice it. "I don't know," he said. "I don't like flowers

还有科学以及学校里所有重要的东西。 她甚至跳过了三年级。 她为什么要这么聪明？ 埃文在座位上瘫了下来。 “去吧，拿去吧。”杰西伸手去拿尺子，然后说：“这太草率了。 你应该把纸剪平。 你想让我做吗？”“不，我不需要你的帮助，完美小姐。” 杰西耸耸肩。“随便你。” 然后她回到座位上。 “你打算在盒子上写些什么？”梅金问，她把盒子拿给老师奥弗顿夫人看后，正回到房间另一边的书桌旁。 她朝他的桌子走去，长长的马尾辫左右摆动着。 埃文感到脸发烫。 他的鞋盒看起来一文不值已经够糟糕的了——现在梅根·莫里亚蒂不得不去注意它。 “我不知道，”他说。“我不喜欢花

and hearts and things." "Me neither," said Megan. "I put pictures of cats all over mine. See? This one looks like Langston!" Megan pointed to a picture on her box that looked almost exactly like Mrs. Overton's cat. Langston was a twenty-one-year-old gray Persian who was seriously overweight. There were laminated pictures of him posted all over the classroom, with speech bubbles coming out of his mouth saying COOL CATS READ; NUMERATOR ON TOP, DENOMINATOR ON BOTTOM; AND A SIMPLE MACHINE IS A MECHANICAL DEVICE THAT APPLIES A FORCE, SUCH AS A PLANE, A WEDGE, OR A LEVER. In every picture, Langston looked like he'd just coughed up a hairball. Evan's favorite was the one posted right above the daily homework assignment. In giant black letters it said BLEH! "There are some sports magazines in the Reuse It bin," said Megan. "You want to see if there are any pictures of basketball players?" "No. Well. I guess," said Evan, embarrassed

还有心之类的东西。”“我也是。”梅金说。 “我把猫的照片贴满了我的。 看到了吗?这个看起来像兰斯顿！”梅金指着盒子上的一幅画，这幅画看起来几乎和奥弗顿夫人的猫一模一样。 兰斯顿是一个21岁的灰色波斯人，严重超重。 教室里贴满了他的照片，他嘴里冒出了几个泡泡，上面写着：COOL CATS READ；分子在上面，分母在下面；简单机器是一种施加力的机械装置，比如平面、楔子或杠杆。 在每一张照片里，兰斯顿看起来都像是咳出了一个毛球。 埃文最喜欢的是贴在每日家庭作业正上方的那张。 上面用巨大的黑字写着BLEH！“垃圾箱里有一些体育杂志，”梅根说。 “你想看看有没有篮球运动员的照片吗？”“没有。 好。我想是吧。”埃文尴尬地说

that he was tongue-tied. When Megan and Evan were in the same desk group, neither one of them could get any work done. Mrs. Overton had called it a lovely problem, and Evan was both disappointed and relieved when she'd changed the seating arrangements. Whenever he talked to Megan, he got a strange spinning feeling in his stomach, and it was getting worse every day. It was just like the time two winters ago when he and his mother hit a patch of black ice in their old Subaru. The car spun around three hundred sixty degrees before smashing into a guardrail. No one was hurt, and even the car was okay once it had been repaired, but Evan would never forget that feeling of spinning and spinning completely out of control, waiting for the smash. Being around Megan felt like that. Evan walked over to the Re-use It bin. It turned out that there were tons of photos of basketball players, including one of Evan's

他舌头打结了。当梅根和埃文在同一个桌子组时，他们谁也不能完成任何工作。 奥弗顿夫人称这是一个可爱的问题，当她改变座位安排时，埃文既失望又宽慰。 每当他和梅根说话时，他的胃里就有一种奇怪的旋转感，而且这种感觉一天比一天严重。 就像两年前的那个冬天，他和他妈妈开着他们的老斯巴鲁撞上了一块黑色的冰。 汽车在撞到护栏前旋转了360度。 没有人受伤，甚至汽车在修好后也安然无恙，但埃文永远不会忘记那种完全失去控制的旋转，等待着被撞坏的感觉。 和梅根在一起的感觉就是这样。 埃文走向垃圾箱。 原来那里有很多篮球运动员的照片，包括埃文的一张