My Life in Smiley: I Got This! (mostly...) Read online

  to put them in the shoes of “disabled” people,

  you think?

  Gad Slimaud gave the green light right away! And that’s how we found ourselves taking part in a wheelchair race with Lena as the star instructor. She, Nico, and even Ramoupoulos had organized an obstacle course with gym equipment. But of course, Raoul wanted to be the first to try it.

  He sat down, and I thought for sure he was about to play bumper cars with his three goons, but the idiot couldn’t even move forward.

  Raoul: he talks all tough, but when it comes to muscles, he’s all show! He was getting

  so worked up that he fell forward . . . and started crying like a big baby. That was the best! It was Lena who helped him get up. Then something happened that I never thought possible:

  Then, Inès and Fatiha tried to connect their chairs together, but they never got past the starting line. For the last race, Nico, Tom, Célia, Naïs, and I all readied our chairs.

  Nico asked Lena to join in the race too, and obviously she crossed the finish line first while the rest of us were stuck in front of the fences that framed the trees in the courtyard. Afterward, I found my parents and Lisa. I introduced my little sister to Lena, because I knew she dreamed of trying out a wheelchair someday. It was now or never.

  Fifteen minutes later I saw them doing the obstacle course together, then Lisa pushed Lena like she was her doll. Needless to say, they looked like they were having a lot of fun.

  Then the principal made a seemingly endless speech about disability, the “necessity” of events like today, and . . . the pride

  he felt to have “significantly contributed.” Finally, he brought out a big box and told everyone that we’d managed to collect a small fortune for Welcoming Wheelchairs.

  Gad Slimaud thanked us on behalf of the organization and said that, because of us, many more people would soon be able to adopt a service dog to help them with their daily lives. Everyone applauded

  loudly for us. An hour later, it was time to clean up. On our stand there were over a dozen empty boxes, and I saw Tom disappear with one of them. I thought he had a lot of nerve to ditch us again right when we needed his help the most.

  But fifteen minutes later, he returned with the box still under his arms.

  And instead of putting it in the trash, he gave it to Célia.

  At the end of the day, Célia left with Tom. Nico walked Lena home. And I found myself alone with Naïs. I don’t know how, but I mustered the courage to ask her to leave with me.

  I was afraid she’d turn me down, but she actually gave me a big smile.

  On the way home, I was trying to find all sorts of intelligent things to say to her,

  but the more I thought about it, the less came to me. When we were close to her house, she told me she was really impressed with our generosity toward Lena and Welcoming Wheelchairs. I wanted to say, “You know, Naïs, I have something to tell you . . . I’ve been in love with you since last year,” but for some reason my throat was completely frozen. Then, suddenly, she confessed that after her party, she found a piece of paper on the ground in the elevator . . . MY POEM!

  And before I could think of anything to say, one last thing happened that I wasn’t expecting AT ALL. Naïs kissed me! Yes, yes! I swear! It was too amazing to be real!

  My fear of being an astronaut lost in space became a sweet dream. I saw myself floating on a cloud, surrounded by shooting stars. And believe me, it was one thousand times better than being bundled up in my furry blanket. I tried to covertly pinch myself to make sure it was actually real, but I missed and accidentally pinched Naïs’s arm! What was also scary was that I kept my eyes open at first, before I remembered that in movies

  lovers always close their eyes when they kiss. I hope I wasn’t making a stupid face.

  Anyway, two seconds later, Mrs. Raymond showed up, and we had to tell her how the day turned out. And that’s how I found out Naïs was going back to Brittany this summer. Before we parted ways, she said something that really made me happy:

  So I don’t think I’m wrong to say I’m officially GOING OUT with Naïs!

  The End

  There you have it, seventh grade is already in the past! And even if the year started out bad, I think it was all good in the end . . . ONCE AGAIN!!!

  Raoul Kador stayed true to himself (unfortunately), and Conrad? Well . . . he’s still Conrad. My friendship with Tom almost went to pieces, but meeting Nico was a game changer. This guy is really great!

  I supported a cause that was totally worth it . . . and I’m more than a little proud of that! And above all, my wish came true—I kissed a girl for the first time in my entire life, and it wasn’t just anyone!

  Conclusion: I’m dedicating this year to you, Mom. I never thanked you enough for signing me up for Reading Passion. All this is actually thanks to you.

  Oh! One more piece of good news: this morning in front of the mirror, I spotted something very interesting.

  I can now tell you that, without a doubt, putting deodorant on your

  cheeks does NOT make you grow a beard! It’s true . . . nature knows best! Tom, Nico, and I went to the vacant lot. We had a hard time finding the place where Tom and I had hidden our box of memories from last year.

  But we were eventually able to get our hands on it, and it really made us laugh to see the police sketch of Conrad, the advertisement for Zombieland 2,

  and all of the other memories from sixth grade. Then we started over. Our seventh-grade “time capsule” was ready to be buried.

  We had a moment of silence in front of our box, and then we piled the dirt on top of it.

  Now the real question: what does next year have in store for me, dear future human?

  But . . . who cares in the end, since I got this . . . mostly!

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