Posted in Posted by Louisa May Alcott

    Slammer. That’s my name. I have curly red hair that bounces when I walk and I’m really tall and have blue eyes. Slammer. Really, my name is Sally McGroy, but I can hit a grand slam in baseball and kickball and get three goals in a row at soccer and so everyone calls me Slammer. And if you would ask me anything I would probably refer back to sports. But I have a secret, everyone dose, but mine is a bit different....

Chapter 1

        The teacher was in the middle of a boring speech. Everyone was passing notes. What day was it? June 15^th, last day of school before summer started. Emmie, the new girl with sad brown eyes and hair, tapped me on the back. I turned around and looked at her. “Sally....”

        “My name is Slammer” I replied.

        “Fine, Slammer, I’ve only been in school for a week, and now its summer time! How do I get the teachers to like me during the summer?”

        I laphed. Every new kid asked me that every year. I always gave them the best advice I could, but every time I tried to do it myself, it wouldn’t work. Field Hall, our school, was known to have the meanest teachers in the history of mean teachers. Everyone wanted to get on their good sides. “Emmie let me tell you a secret. Everyone likes you. It may not seem like it but you haven’t been passing notes yet or made any prank phone calls or hit a baseball into the side of the school, all things I’ve done. But, to get on the teachers good sides, ask my brother. That’s the best advice I can give.”

        My brother, Peter, is the well loved student at Field Hall. He is perfect. No one would dream of putting him in dentition even for one day, while I feel like all the teachers want to put me in dentition. There after me, but not Peter! So talk to my brother, see what he dose, and secondly, just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s hard at Field, but you can do it.”

        “Umm...Slammer, I didn’t ask you to give me a lecture, but if you want, I’ll ask your brother” Emmie said, a little taken aback bye my long answer. I barely spoke three words to her all during the week she was here, and now I give her a long answer. I got that a lot.

        “And that wraps up our school year” a voice boomed into the classroom. “Please go get your things from your lockers and make your way home.” Mr. Stevenson, the school principle, came in the door, stopped Mrs. Hostetler from her speech and dismissed us. How I loved him for that!

        I ran to my locker my curly hair flying, and picked out my things. I had to get home, fast, today my stepdad and stepsister were moving in to our home. I loved my stepsister, Rachel, and couldn’t wait to show her around the house. Me, mom, and Peter had already figured out she would sleep in my room and I would move to the attic. I couldn’t wait to show her my room. I gathered up all of the stuff I had been saving in my locker to give to my friends at the end of the school year, but I figured I could give them their presents later. Right now, I needed to get home.

        When I reached our little red house I saw a cute yellow VW bug pulled up in our driveway, along with our blue jeep. They were here! I ran into the house and put away all my stuff downstairs. Then I straitened my hair and walked calmly up the stairs. Peter probably wasn’t here, so I would be the first to show Rachel around.

        As I walked into the living room I heard voices floating around. I tried to pick them out. There was mom, showing Rick the fire place. Buy the creek coming from the room I knew Rachel was sitting on the rocking chair. But why was there another voice, not Rachel’s coming from Rick’s side? Oh well, I would just walk in and see. Maybe, Peter had beaten me home. So I pulled open the door and walked in. “Sally!” mom said. “How was school, sweetheart? I’m so glad your out, and do we have a surprise for you!” She smiled and side-stepped a little; from behind her back came a smiling eleven year old girl.

        At first I just stared at her. Her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, just like Rachel’s, her blue eyes crystal clear, just like Rachel’s, every way possible she was like Rachel, except, Rachel was 5! And now a surprise sister comes and we don’t have room for her or anything! And whatever was her name?

        As if reading my thoughts she smiled and said “Hi! I’m Wendy. I’m so exited to be your sister, what, I’m only one year away from you!”

        I tried to return her warm smile, but I couldn’t. A thought clogged up in my through, what if this was all an act? What if she was like the step-sisters in Cinderella? I would have to put an end to this! So instead of smiling I mumbled “Slammer. Nice to meet you.”

        “SLAMMER? That’s a weird name! I’ve never heard of it.”

        “It’s a nickname. My real name is Sally. Mom, where’s Peter?”

        “Probably still at school, you know him. But Sally, why don’t you show Wendy and Rachel there rooms?” mom said.

        “I can’t, mom, I don’t know where Wendy’s room’ll be.”

        “I moved an extra bed up into your room. Until we get new furniture, you’re going to have to share.”

        Share? Share a room with a Cinderella step-sister? I couldn’t believe it! Maybe she’d lock me up in my attic room and mice will come and rescue me. I wouldn’t care about that but having to share rooms with her? UGG! 

        At that very moment Peter walked in the door, perfect as always. He put his locker stuff neatly down on the floor and said, “Hello Rick. Where is Rachel?” and then, as an after thought “hi mom. School was great, but I’m glad it’s out.”

        I sighed and said “Rachel is over here. And Wendy, too.”

        “Who’s Wendy?” Peter asked a confused look on his face.

        And then I felt a pull on my boot-cut jeans with the baseball patch. I looked down and saw Rachel, staring up at me. “Sister” she said, but it sounded like ‘sista’ “where is my rooms?” It was so darn cute my heart melted for her. I led her to her room, decked out in pink ballerina stuff. “This is your room, Rachel. It used to be mine, but now I’m in the attic. We got you a pink bed and ballerina stickers to put on your walls.”

        Rachel’s face lit up. But then she looked at me and said “you used to like ballet?”

        “No you dum-dum, they redid it for you!” Wendy snapped. I looked at her, shocked. How could anyone be so mean to Rachel? She was the best! I sighed and led Wendy up to my room.

Sorry the font and sizes are all messed up, I don't know what happend. Hmm...

Enjoy and God Bless you all,

Louisa May Alcott