Ramona the Brave

Love isn’t like a cup of sugar that gets used up,

She expected the class to laugh, but instead they listened in silent sympathy.

Ramona wished she could run, run, run out of that classroom as she had the day before and never come back.

Ramona understood the stress on that last word. The extra room had been talked about for so long that neither sister

control and to keep your hands to yourself. There are all kinds of teachers in the world just as there are all kinds of other people, and you must learn to get along with them. Maybe Mrs. Griggs doesn’t understand how you feel, but you aren’t always easy to understand. Did you ever think of that?

She wanted to do something bad. She wanted to do something terrible that would shock her whole family, something that would make them sit up and take notice.

Pest was a fighting word to Ramona, because it was unfair. She was not a pest, at least not all the time. She was only littler than everyone else in the family, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not catch up.

Nobody understood what is was like to be six-years-old and the littlest in the family.

She had lost interest in crayoning.

Beezus and Ramona defended their possessions from Willa Jean. This is what - called playing with Willa Jean.

Ramona was not interested in tools or thinking things over and figuring things out. She was interested in results. Fast.

Yes, you are,” said Beezus.

No more stalling, young lady,” he said. “You were supposed to be asleep hours ago.

You shouldn’t leave your crayon on other people’s beds where it can get sat on.

at least not all the time.

to Ramona, because it was

You’re nothing but a snoop and a tattletale!