Sophie's First Dance (Faithgirlz! Sophie, 5, Band 5) - Softcover

Buch 5 von 26: Faithgirlz!/Sophie

Rue, Nancy N.

 
9780310707608: Sophie's First Dance (Faithgirlz! Sophie, 5, Band 5)

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The Corn Flakes are in a tizzy about the end-of-school dance—they might actually have to deal with the Fruit Loops (boys), and that's causing them all kinds of friction. Will the Flakes break up, or can Sophie direct a happy ending?

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Nancy Rue has written over 100 books for girls, is the editor of the Faithgirlz Bible, and is a popular speaker and radio guest with her expertise in tween and teen issues. She and husband, Jim, have raised a daughter of their own and now live in Tennessee.

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The Corn Flakes are in a tizzy about the end-of-school dance--they might actually have to deal with the Fruit Loops (boys), and that's causing them all kinds of friction. Will the Flakes break up, or can Sophie direct a happy ending?

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www.zonderkidz.comSophie's First Dance?Copyright 2005 by Nancy RueThis is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are products of the author's imaginationand are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living ordead, is entirely coincidental.Requests for information should be addressed to:Zonderkidz, 5300 Patterson Ave. SEGrand Rapids, Michigan 49530Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication DataRue, Nancy N.Sophie's first dance? / Nancy Rue.-- 1st ed.p. cm.--(Faithgirlz)Summary: As the sixth-grade dance approaches, Sophie turns to Dr. Peter and Jesus for helpwhile trying to cope with her new feelings towards boys and with new tensions within hergroup of friends, the Corn Flakes.ISBN 10: 0-310-70760-9 (softcover)ISBN 13: 978-0-310-70760-8[1. Friendship---Fiction. 2. Interpersonal relations---Fiction. 3. Imagination---Fiction. 4.Schools---Fiction. 5. Christian life---Fiction. 6. Virginia---Fiction.] I. Title. II. Series.PZ7.R88515Sk 2005[Fic]--dc22 2004029451All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible: New InternationalVersion NIV. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used bypermission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system,or transmitted in any form or by any means---electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, orany other---except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of thepublisher.Zonderkidz is a trademark of Zondervan.Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc., 7680 GoddardStreet, Suite 200, Colorado Springs, CO 80920.Photography: Synergy Photographic/Brad LampeIllustrations: Grace Chen Design and IllustrationArt direction/design: Michelle LengerInterior design: Susan AmbsPrinted in the United States of America05 06 07 08 09/?DCI/6 5 4 3 2 1So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.---2 Corinthians 4:18Are you going to feed us something weird for your report?'Sophie LaCroix looked up from the library table into the disdainfulface of B.J. Schneider. Disdainful was a word Sophie's best friend, Fiona,had taught her, and this word definitely worked when B.J. or one of theother Corn Pops narrowed her eyes into slits, curled her lip, and actedas if Sophie were barely worth the breath it was taking to say somethingheinous to her.'As a matter of fact, yes,' that sameFiona said as she tucked a strand ofdark hair behind her ear. It poppedback out and draped over one grayeye. 'We thought we'd dish up somesauteed roaches on a bed of seaweedwith a nice snake venom sauce.'Sophie dragged a piece of her own hair under her nose like amustache.'It is so disgusting when you do that,' said another Corn Pop,Anne-Stuart---with the usual juicy sniff up her nostrils.Not as disgusting as you and your sinus problems, Sophie thought.But she didn't say it. All of the Corn Flakes had taken a vow not tobe hateful to the Corn Pops ever, no matter how heinous THEYwere to the Flakes.B.J. put her hands on her slightly pudgy hips. 'I KNOW youaren't really going to serve something that nasty for your cultureproject,' she said.Fiona pulled her bow of a mouth into a sly smile. 'Then whydid you ask?'B.J. and Anne-Stuart rolled their eyes with the precision ofsynchronized swimmers.'What are y'all doing for your presentation?' Sophie said,adjusting her glasses on her nose.'We AND Julia and Willoughby---we're doing a folk dance,'Anne-Stuart said. 'And we're going to make the whole classparticipate.''You're going to 'make' us?' Fiona said.Sophie cleared her throat. Sometimes Fiona had a little troublekeeping the vow. It was hard with the Corn Pops acting like they ranGreat Marsh Elementary, especially when it stretched into Saturdaysat the town library.'Then everybody can get used to dancing with each other,' Anne-Stuart said. She sniffled. 'That way, SOME people won't feel so lameat the graduation dance.''What graduation dance?' Sophie and Fiona said together.Sophie's voice squeaked higher than Fiona's, which brought aheavy-eyebrowed look from the librarian. 'What dance?' Fiona said again.B.J. and Anne-Stuart both sat down at the table with Sophie andFiona---every bit as if they'd been invited---and B.J. shoved asidethe Food from Around the World book they'd been looking at asAnne-Stuart leaned in her long, lean frame. Sophie was sure shecould see moisture glistening on Anne-Stuart's nose hairs.'The dance the school is having at the end of the year for oursixth-grade graduation,' she said.'Duh,' B.J. put in.'Who decided that?' Fiona said.'Just the entire class. Back in September.' B.J. gave her butteryblondebob a toss. 'You were probably off in one of those weirdthings y'all do---making up stories---''No,' Fiona said. 'I wasn't even HERE yet in September. Imoved here in October.''I know YOU were here,' Anne-Stuart said, pointing at Sophie.Sophie shrugged. She knew she had probably daydreamed herway through the entire voting process. That was back before she'dgotten her video camera, and before she and the Corn Flakes hadstarted making films out of daydreams instead of getting in trouble forhaving them in school and missing important things like voting for astupid dance.'What were the other choices?' Fiona said.'Who cares?' B.J. said. 'We're having a dance, and everybody'sgoing to wear, like, dress-up clothes, and---''So if you didn't even know about the dance,' Anne-Stuart said,'then you obviously don't have your dates yet.''Dates?' Sophie said.'You mean, as in boys?' Fiona said.Anne-Stuart snorted and covered her mouth. B.J. waved at thelibrarian, whose eyebrows were now up in her hairline. 'You know,' Anne-Stuart whispered. 'Boys. The ones with thecute legs.''Cute LEGS?' Sophie's voice squeaked out of her own nostrils,and she was sure Anne-Stuart was going to drip right out of herchair. B.J. kept smiling at the librarian.'People are actually coming to the dance with DATES?' Fionasaid.'You meet your date at the dance, and he doesn't dance withanybody else but you the whole night.' Anne-Stuart put herhand on Fiona's and wrinkled her forehead. 'You don't HAVEto. I mean, if you can't get a boy to be with you, then, you can't.''I don't WANT a boy to be with me, thank you very much,'Fiona said. She snatched back her hand.Sophie was doing the mustache thing with her hair again. Whatboy in their class would she even want to get within three feet of?One of the Fruit Loops---Tod or Eddie or Colton? The thoughtmade her feel like she had the stomach flu coming on. She shrankher already tiny form down into the chair.Tod Ravelli had a pointy face like a Dr. Seuss character and actedlike he was all big, even though he was one of the shrimpiest boys inthe class. Acting big included trying to make Sophie feel like a worm.Colton Messik wasn't any better. He seemed to think he was cutethe way he could make the Corn Pops squeal when he told a joke.Sophie and the rest of the Flakes thought the only thing funny abouthim was the way his ears stuck out.And Eddie Wornom was the worst. He acted like Mr. Football, butmostly he was what Sophie's mom called 'fluffy' around the tummy,and he was louder than the other two put together, especially when hewas calling their friend Maggie 'Maggot' or some other lovely thing.'I doubt any boy would ask you anyway,' B.J was saying toFiona. 'Not unless it was one of the computer geeks.

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