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About The Book
A very unlucky kid accidentally finds himself in the race to win Student of the Month in the fifth book in The Very Worst Ever chapter book series!
The time has come to announce the Student of the Month, and [REDACTED] has no idea what all the fuss is about. Karla Wartsoff, on the other hand, is set on making sure the class votes her into the position again…and again…and again! But when [REDACTED] accidentally finds himself head-to-head in the race for the title, well, let’s just say he’s in for a slice of trouble.
With easy-to-read language and illustrations on almost every page, The Very Worst Ever chapter books are perfect for emerging readers.
The time has come to announce the Student of the Month, and [REDACTED] has no idea what all the fuss is about. Karla Wartsoff, on the other hand, is set on making sure the class votes her into the position again…and again…and again! But when [REDACTED] accidentally finds himself head-to-head in the race for the title, well, let’s just say he’s in for a slice of trouble.
With easy-to-read language and illustrations on almost every page, The Very Worst Ever chapter books are perfect for emerging readers.
Excerpt
1 WHAT’S A WARTSOFF?
Something strange was happening at school.
Well, stranger than usual. See, this school wasn’t like any other.
Here, the bells didn’t ring. They mooed like cows.
The lockers didn’t just hold books. They were doors into secret tunnels.
Oh, and the teachers didn’t just dress up for work. They dressed up for fun. I’m talking wacky sunglasses and hats that played music.
Why? That was just the way!
But today, teachers wore boring clothes and the morning bell rang normally.
RIIIIING!
“That sounds awfully normal,” I said, scratching my chin. “What’s going on today?”
“It’s the power of Wartsoff,” Regina du Lar said, appearing at my side.
If you don’t know, Regina is one of my best friends. Her family owns the Du Lar Video Game Emporium, so they’re super rich. (Not to mention super cool.)
“A wart-off?” I asked, imagining gross warts.
“Wartsoff,” a gloomy voice added at my other side. “It’s someone’s last name. A name more powerful than even mine.”
It was my friend Glinda Alegre. You could find her haunting the hallways or keeping guard of the secret school tunnels.
I shrugged. “I’ve never heard of this person.”
Regina frowned. “Wartsoff’s a kid in your class, [Redacted]. She’s throwing the entire school an all-day pizza party to celebrate her family’s new pizza shop.”
“That’s why everyone’s wearing boring clothes,” Glinda explained. “For all the pizza stains to come.”
A pizza party? All day long? Now, that was a pretty big deal!
I hurried to classroom 312, where I found my classmates crowded around a table with at least twelve pizza boxes.
“There you are, bro!” Jake Gold, my sportiest friend, pulled me into the crowd.
“I would’ve been here sooner if I’d known this was waiting!” I said, staring at the pizza boxes with starry eyes. “Even if this is from someone named Warts—”
“Are you making fun of my last name?” a kid interrupted me.
I turned around. There stood a girl with two perfect braids, a unicorn shirt, and a frown.
(No warts, though.)
“No, no!” I said. “Warts are, uh… so cool!”
The girl then looked suspicious. “Do you even know my first name, [Redacted]?”
Okay, I felt pretty bad that she knew my name but I couldn’t remember hers.
So I thought really hard.
As I dug through classroom memories, the girl’s face slowly appeared in my brain. In one memory, she was telling me to stop doodling on my homework. In another, she was smacking her forehead as I bumped into the trash can.
I snapped my fingers. “Oh! You’re the girl who’s always telling us what to do. Kaleigh!”
She crossed her arms. “Nope. Kaleigh’s not my name.”
My fingers drooped. “Casey?”
Everyone around me shook their heads.
I tried again. “Camila? Katrina?”
“It’s Karla!” the girl huffed. “Karla Wartsoff!”
Something strange was happening at school.
Well, stranger than usual. See, this school wasn’t like any other.
Here, the bells didn’t ring. They mooed like cows.
The lockers didn’t just hold books. They were doors into secret tunnels.
Oh, and the teachers didn’t just dress up for work. They dressed up for fun. I’m talking wacky sunglasses and hats that played music.
Why? That was just the way!
But today, teachers wore boring clothes and the morning bell rang normally.
RIIIIING!
“That sounds awfully normal,” I said, scratching my chin. “What’s going on today?”
“It’s the power of Wartsoff,” Regina du Lar said, appearing at my side.
If you don’t know, Regina is one of my best friends. Her family owns the Du Lar Video Game Emporium, so they’re super rich. (Not to mention super cool.)
“A wart-off?” I asked, imagining gross warts.
“Wartsoff,” a gloomy voice added at my other side. “It’s someone’s last name. A name more powerful than even mine.”
It was my friend Glinda Alegre. You could find her haunting the hallways or keeping guard of the secret school tunnels.
I shrugged. “I’ve never heard of this person.”
Regina frowned. “Wartsoff’s a kid in your class, [Redacted]. She’s throwing the entire school an all-day pizza party to celebrate her family’s new pizza shop.”
“That’s why everyone’s wearing boring clothes,” Glinda explained. “For all the pizza stains to come.”
A pizza party? All day long? Now, that was a pretty big deal!
I hurried to classroom 312, where I found my classmates crowded around a table with at least twelve pizza boxes.
“There you are, bro!” Jake Gold, my sportiest friend, pulled me into the crowd.
“I would’ve been here sooner if I’d known this was waiting!” I said, staring at the pizza boxes with starry eyes. “Even if this is from someone named Warts—”
“Are you making fun of my last name?” a kid interrupted me.
I turned around. There stood a girl with two perfect braids, a unicorn shirt, and a frown.
(No warts, though.)
“No, no!” I said. “Warts are, uh… so cool!”
The girl then looked suspicious. “Do you even know my first name, [Redacted]?”
Okay, I felt pretty bad that she knew my name but I couldn’t remember hers.
So I thought really hard.
As I dug through classroom memories, the girl’s face slowly appeared in my brain. In one memory, she was telling me to stop doodling on my homework. In another, she was smacking her forehead as I bumped into the trash can.
I snapped my fingers. “Oh! You’re the girl who’s always telling us what to do. Kaleigh!”
She crossed her arms. “Nope. Kaleigh’s not my name.”
My fingers drooped. “Casey?”
Everyone around me shook their heads.
I tried again. “Camila? Katrina?”
“It’s Karla!” the girl huffed. “Karla Wartsoff!”
About The Illustrator
Amy Jindra is a Cleveland, Ohio, native with a passion for illustration. Ever since she can remember, she has been drawing everything and anything. She enjoys developing characters and scenes that tell a story, create a connection, and warm the heart. Amy is fueled and inspired by the arts, family and friends, and good sushi.
Product Details
- Publisher: Little Simon (November 13, 2024)
- Length: 128 pages
- ISBN13: 9781665959490
- Ages: 5 - 9
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