by Sally Warner
Crystals grow on or in rocks, and they are like diamonds, only better—because they’re much bigger, and they come in so many different colors: blue, green, red, orange, and yellow. Even the gray and brown crystals are awesome, not to mention the clear ones that are like ice that never melts.
And crystals look like somebody carved them, only they grew that way! Nature was the carver.
But my dad was the guy who collected them, and he has a story for each one.
My dad’s rock specimens are like his life scrapbook, practically.
I just wish some of the kids in my class could see them. Maybe then they’d stop bragging about their dads’ ATVs, and their money, and their solid gold jewelry, and how everything’s a contest that they are winning.
The kids in my class would see how awesome my dad’s crystals are.
And I would win.
That’s when I get my crystal-clear idea.
I will borrow six of my dad’s crystals—only six!—from his office this very minute, then sneak them up to my room. Then I’ll put each crystal in its very own white tube sock for protection, so they won’t get knocked around inside my backpack when I take them to school tomorrow.
But before that, I’ll spread out the other crystals on my dad’s shelf so Mom won’t see any empty places in case she goes into the office before he gets home late tomorrow night.
Then tomorrow, Tuesday, I will ask Ms. Sanchez if I can show everyone the crystals, and talk—okay, brag—about them, and she will say yes, because crystals are so scientific and beautiful. Everyone in my class will be totally amazed and impressed, and it will be the best Tuesday I ever had in my life. I might even get extra credit!
Then I will take all the crystals home tomorrow afternoon and sneak them back onto the shelf so they will be there when he gets home. He will never know that six of his crystals took a little field trip to Oak Glen Elementary School—to make both him and me look good.
There is no way this plan can go wrong!