Sylvie Scruggs is finally in fourth grade, and that means she's old enough to join her town's junior ice-hockey team. Sylvie is thrilled to discover her years of skating pay off, as she quickly becomes one of the best players on the squad. But someone else is still better: Jamie Redmond, a fifth-grader who notoriously doesn't like fourth-graders. And, it turns out, she really doesn't like Sylvie.
Then someone starts pranking Sylvie at practice, loosening the top of her water bottle and replacing her special lotion with mayonnaise. Sylvie knows it must be Jamie, trying to psych her out and keep her from being selected as team captain. She enlists her friends Miranda, Josh, and Georgie to prove Jamie's guilt once and for all . . . but can they catch the mean girl before Sylvie has a meltdown of her own?
About the Author
Lindsay Eyre received an MFA in Creative Writing for Children and Young Adults from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. She now lives with her husband and their five children in the fine and sweaty city of Cary, North Carolina. Please visit her website at www.lindsayeyre.com and follow her on twitter at @lindsayeyre.
Charles Santoso is a concept artist and illustrator who loves to draw very little things in a very little journal. He resides in Sydney, Australia. Please visit his website at www.charlessantoso.com and follow him at @minitreehouse.
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Coach Diaz looked back down at his list. "Jamie Redmond are you here?"
My pinky toes suddenly froze inside my wool socks. He could not have said that name.
"Here I am," Jamie Redmond said from behind me in her loud, horrible voice.
I turned around, and there she was. Jamie Redmond. Her arms were crossed, her head was tilted to the side, her eyes were half-shut, and her mouth wore a smirkity smirk. Her munions, the first baseman and the shortstop on her baseball team, sat on either side of her.
No, I thought. No, no, no!!!!!!
Georgie’s dad began by explaining the hockey rules. Then he told us how to put on our uniforms, and he used Jamie as a model, because this was her fourth season playing hockey. We watched her put on her socks, her pants, her jersey, her shoulder pads, her elbow pads, her neck guard, her shin guards, her mouth guard, her helmet, her ice skates, and, okay, she was quick about it, but anyone can get dressed. Except for maybe babies and kings and queens.
When all this Jamie attention was through and we’d finished getting dressed ourselves, I raised my hand. "Who gets to be team captain?" I asked.
"The coach picks team captain," Coach Diaz said. "I will watch everyone throughout these first four practices. Whoever is the hardest working and the most helpful to his or her teammates will get the job. I’ll announce team captain during the next to last practice before our first game."
Hard-working, I thought. Helpful to teammates. I could do that.