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|Age Range:||6 - 10 Years|
About the Author
Lisa Passen is the author of Fat, Fat Rose Marie.
Lisa Passen is the author/illustrator of the picture books about Miss Birmbaum: The Attack of the 50-Foot Teacher, The Incredible Shrinking Teacher, and The Abominable Snow Teacher. She was inspired by the "good old, bad old" science-fiction movies of the 1950s. Ms. Passen lives on Long Island, New York, with her husband and daughter.
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Fat, Fat Rose Marie
By Lisa Passen
Henry Holt and CompanyCopyright © 1991 Lisa Passen
All rights reserved.
Rose Marie was the new girl in our class. Miss Binn, our teacher, introduced her to us one morning. "Girls and boys, say hello to Rose Marie. She is a new student at Central Avenue Elementary School."
Rose Marie smiled and said, "Hello!"
Rose Marie had the shiniest blond hair and the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen. She was also ... well ... she was kind of ...
"Fat, fat Rose Marie!" sang Genevieve from the back row. All the kids around her laughed—just like when they laugh at my freckles and red hair. I didn't laugh at Rose Marie.
Later, in gym class, Rose Marie and I were standing alone, waiting to be picked for dodgeball. I am usually the last girl to be picked for a team. Rose Marie whispered to me, "I don't care what side I'm on, but I hope we're on the same team. What's your name?"
"Claire," I replied.
"Why don't we sit together at lunch, Claire?"
Rose Marie and I sat at the last table in the cafeteria. She told me that she had a dog named Buttons. I told her that I didn't have a dog, but that I had a little brother named Harry.
I asked Rose Marie to come over to my house to play after school. She said yes, but she would have to tell her mother first.
Genevieve and her friends were giggling and pointing at us all during lunchtime. I never liked Genevieve much.
That afternoon Rose Marie and I played dolls in my room. Then we colored. I told Rose Marie coloring was my favorite thing to do.
Rose Marie said that her favorite thing to do was play Movie Stars. "How do you play Movie Stars?" I asked.
"Well," she said with deep thought. "We need some grown-up clothes and some lipstick and a hairbrush, to start with."
I asked my mother, and she let us use some of her old things. Playing Movie Stars really was a lot of fun!
"I'm Jean Harlow and you're Rita Hayworth," said Rose Marie, posing in front of a full- length mirror.
"Jean who?" I asked with my most perfect Movie Star expression.
"Doesn't matter," she replied. "Let's accept our Academy Awards!"
Soon it was time to say good-bye. I had had a lot of fun playing with Rose Marie. I liked her a lot, and I thought she liked me. Usually it's hard for me to make friends. I get scared and don't talk much. But with Rose Marie I could talk and talk and talk!
As Rose Marie walked away, I saw Genevieve and her friends down the street.
"Fat, fat Rose Marie! Fattest girl I ever did see!" they shouted.
Rose Marie looked down at the ground and said nothing. I closed the door.
After school the next day, I went to play at Rose Marie's house. "This is my Buttons!" said Rose Marie, holding her dog.
"Hi, Buttons," I said quietly. "Do you think he'll let me pet him?"
"Of course you can pet Buttons!" said Rose Marie's mom. "He doesn't bite. You don't have to be afraid of him, Claire."
Rose Marie's mom was real nice.
Excerpted from Fat, Fat Rose Marie by Lisa Passen. Copyright © 1991 Lisa Passen. Excerpted by permission of Henry Holt and Company.
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