Lucky Jars & Broken Promises (Volume 3) (Penelope Perfect, Band 3) - Softcover

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Chrissie Perry is the author of over thirty books for children and young adults, including thirteen books in the popular Go Girl series, the award-winning Whisper, and the Penelope Perfect series. She lives in St. Kilda with her husband, three children. Like Penelope Kingston, Chrissie believes it’s great to aim for excellence. But she also has a sneaking suspicion that going with the flow every now and then can also work out just fine.

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Lucky Jars & Broken Promises

CHAPTER

Family was very important to Penelope Kingston. She often thought about the expression family ties, because her family ties had to stretch a rather long distance. You see, Penelope’s dad had a new family, and they lived in another state.

Penelope loved her weekly Skype sessions with her dad. He usually called on Thursdays at 5:20 p.m., between work and his regular squash game. The first fifteen minutes were totally for Penelope, and the second fifteen minutes were supposed to be for her brother, Harry. But lately Harry hadn’t always shown up for his turn.

This worried Penelope. Didn’t Harry realize how important family ties were? Especially really stretchy ones like theirs. But on the positive side, Harry skipping his turn meant Penelope got an extra fifteen minutes of her dad—all to herself.

While Harry checked that the sound and picture were working, Penelope prepared for the call. She gathered all of her latest schoolwork and put it in a neat pile on her dressing table. Then she did an extra tidy-up around her bedroom, making sure it would look as organized as the study her dad called from. She brushed her hair, smoothed the creases in her shirt, and double-checked that there was nothing stuck in her teeth. It was essential to be absolutely ready and sitting at the dressing table with the laptop in front of her by five fifteen p.m. Six weeks ago, her dad had called four minutes early, while Penelope was in the bathroom. He had left a message on Skype.

Sorry I missed you. I’ll try again next week. Dad x

When they finally Skyped a whole week later, Penelope had almost certainly forgotten some of the very important things that had happened the previous week. In fact, she had a hollow, antsy feeling about all her lost news. All the things her dad would never know about her. Since then, she’d kept a list of important events in her iPhone, just in case.

Penelope was absolutely ready and sitting at her dressing table when the Skype call came through. In one corner of the screen, she could see herself. The biggest area, though, was taken up by her father. He had already changed into his squash gear. Penelope preferred seeing him in a suit and tie, but even in sports gear he looked neat, tidy, and very well-groomed.

Suddenly, she had a flash of him trimming his nose hair in their bathroom.

Penelope’s memories of living with her dad were strange that way. Penelope couldn’t remember anything about the day he left them for good, but she could remember him trimming his nose hair! (Penelope did not—as far as she could tell—have nose hair, but if she did she would most likely trim it too.)

As Penelope listened to her dad talk, she looked at the books on the shelf behind him. She wanted to check if they were still arranged in alphabetical order. They were. (Penelope’s own books were currently organized by color. She made a mental note to tell him this.)

Really, the two of them were extremely similar. Sometimes (and this was an absolute secret), Penelope wondered what it would be like to live with her dad and his new family. Whenever she thought about this, she pictured herself sitting at her dad’s desk while he looked through her excellent school reports, nodding his approval.



IT WAS A VERY PLEASANT IMAGE.

Sometimes Penelope’s Very Pleasant Images grew into Lovely Daydreams, but this one never did. It was always interrupted by a Very Big Worry about her mum and Harry. How would they get along without her?

She loved her mum and Harry, but they were messy and disorganized. Without Penelope around to look after things, who knew what would become of them?

Her dad took off his glasses, polished them, and put them back on. “My goodness, Penelope Kingston,” he said. “Have you grown?”

Penelope shook her head. Because she sat up very straight, people often made the mistake of thinking that she was quite tall. Until she stood up. When she was standing, NOBODY made that mistake.

“I have been trying to grow, Dad,” she explained. “I’ve been eating growing-type foods and I even did stretching at a Pilates class with Mum the other week. But Ms. Pike has a wall chart in our classroom and she measures us every month. I’m the only one who hasn’t grown. For two whole months!”

Penelope paused for a moment before adding the next bit. It felt like a slightly mean thing to say. “I think some people have been cheating, though.” Rita Azul had been wearing new shoes on measuring day, and they had seemed Very Chunky.

Plus, Penelope had a strong suspicion that Joanna (the naughtiest girl in the class) had been standing on tiptoe when Ms. Pike measured her.

Just then, Penelope had a thought. It wasn’t very nice, but unfortunately Penelope was no more in control of her thoughts than she was of her memories, or her height. The thought was that her very best friend Bob had sticky-up hair that really should have been flattened before Ms. Pike did her measuring. Still, there was no doubt that Bob had grown. They had been almost exactly the same height when Bob first arrived at Chelsea Primary. Now, Bob was a whole head taller than Penelope (not even including her sticky-up hair).

“Well, Penelope, if kids aren’t being honest, they’re only cheating themselves,” her dad said. “Perhaps you should see a doctor. I’ll suggest it to your mother.”

Penelope had mixed feelings about this idea. On the one hand, it was nice to be taken seriously about not growing. Her mum didn’t take it seriously at all. Even Grandpa George (who was excellent to discuss most things with) just told her to let things happen in their own time.

On the other hand, her mum almost certainly wouldn’t like her dad’s suggestion. Her dad made quite a lot of suggestions that her mum didn’t like.

“Sienna is quite tall for her age,” Penelope’s dad said. Sienna was Penelope’s half sister. “She’s in the seventieth percentile.”

Penelope wasn’t sure what a percentile was, but whatever it was, Sienna was obviously doing well on it, and her dad seemed very pleased.

Penelope quickly held her schoolwork up to the screen so he could be happy about that instead. So far this year, except for P.E., she had received nothing but As and A+s. It was very nice to share that with him (even if it was over Skype and not while she was sitting at his actual desk).

“You’ll make me broke when you get your report,” he said proudly.

Penelope smiled. She knew he was joking. Still, if things stayed on track, her report would be worth $140 ($20 for each A), which was a Very Good and Welcome thought.

“Also, I have some news!” Penelope said. She waited a moment so her dad could let his excitement build up. “Our school fair is in just two weeks. And I’m on the Lucky Jar committee!”

Penelope and Oscar Finley had been asked to organize the Lucky Jars because of their excellent work on charity days. Penelope had been honored to be asked. Lucky Jars were often the biggest seller (after cotton candy, of course). Which wasn’t a...