Today is Monday.
Maybe the freckles would come out while he was sleeping. Right now he didn’t care much if they ever came out. He hated Sharon. She’d done it on purpose. Just to get his fifty cents! He’d show her. She’d be sorry some day. He drifted off to sleep. He had terrible dreams. A big green monster made him drink two quarts of freckle juice, three times a day. Every time he drank it, the monster got freckles but Andrew didn’t. Andrew woke up sweaty. His stomach still felt funny. His mother gave him two spoonfuls of pink stuff and he fell asleep again. The next day Andrew stayed home from school. He only looked in the mirror once-no freckles! He wasn’t surprised. At noon he drank some hot tea. He wasn’t ever going back to school. Sharon wasn’t going to see him without freckles. She thought she was so great. Well, she wasn’t going to get the chance to laugh at him. No sir! But the following day his mother woke him up and sang that it was time for school and asked him to rise and shine and not forget to wash his neck and behind his ears. She pulled the covers off him. Andrew said that he was not going to school and he was never going to school again. He hid his head under his pillow.
