Judy
Moody did not want to give up summer. She did not feel like
brushing her hair every day. She did not feel like memorizing
spelling words. And she did not want to sit next to Frank
Pearl, who ate paste, in class.
Judy Moody was in a mood.
Not a good mood. A bad mood. A mad-face mood. Even the smell
of her new Grouchy pencils could not get her out of bed.
“First day of school!” sang her mother. “Shake
a leg and get dressed.”
Judy Moody slunk down under the covers and put a pillow
over her head.
“Judy? Did you hear me?”
“ROAR!” said Judy.
She would have to get used to a new desk and a new classroom.
Her new desk would not have an armadillo sticker with her
name on it, like her old one last year. Her new classroom
would not have a porcupine named Roger.
And with her luck, she’d get stuck sitting in the
first row, where Mr. Todd could see every time she tried
to pass a note to her best friend, Rocky.
