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“Stephen is trying to do a push-down,” said Dameon.
“You mean a push-up,” corrected Kathy.
“Why do you have to be so opposite all the time?” asked Dameon. “Stephen isn’t pushing up. He’s pushing down!”
“So he can go up,” said Myron.
Kathy didn’t mean to be opposite. She’d discovered she liked being nice and having friends. She just really thought they were called push-ups.
“How many has he done so far?” asked Louis.
“None,” said Jason. “But he’s trying really hard.”
Louis kneeled and then patted Stephen on the back. “Keep at it, Stephen,” he encouraged. “Every day you’ll get a little stronger. In a month, I bet you’ll be able to do five push-downs.”
“A month!” exclaimed Deedee. “Stephen doesn’t have a month.”
“He has to bang the gong on Friday!” explained Ron.
Louis raised one eyebrow. His mustache twitched. “I guess he really is the best principal ever!!!” he muttered.
“What?” asked Mac.
“Never mind,” said Louis. “Push hard, Stephen. The mallet is made of solid iron.”
Stephen grunted louder than ever. He didn’t move. “I can’t do it, Louis,” he gasped. “Talk to Mr. Kidswatter. Tell him to pick somebody else!”
“Ooh, me!” exclaimed Joy.
“Mr. Kidswatter is the smartest principal in the school,” said Louis. “He must have had a very good reason for choosing you.”
“Would you like to donate a toenail, or maybe a fingernail?” Mrs. Jewls asked.
Mr. Kidswatter examined his nails. “No, I’m still using mine. I need a student to bang the gong on Friday.”
The next thing he knew all the little brats had their arms in the air, and they were making strange noises, like “Ooh, ooh!” and “Me, me!”
“You’re the best principal ever!!!” someone shouted.
Those were magic words. He turned to see who had shouted them, when suddenly he saw HER—that awful girl who had given him that awful face.
“YOU!!!” he boomed, pointing at Dana.
Dana had a mosquito bite on her ankle, however, and at that moment, she bent down to scratch it.
Stephen sat behind Dana.
He lay on the blacktop, staring up at the awful Cloud. “I’m doomed,” he moaned.
“Look, Stephen, I don’t know what will happen on Friday,” Louis admitted. “I don’t know if you’ll hit the gong, or drop the mallet on your toe. But I know this. You have to try. Or else you will regret it every day for the rest of your life. And whenever you hear a gong, your heart will fill with a terrible sadness.”
“You really don’t hear gongs all that often,” Myron pointed out. “I mean, except here.”
“Even if you make a million dollars someday,” Louis continued. “You could buy your own gong, and hit it every day, all alone in your great big mansion. But it won’t be the same.”
“That is so sad,” said Leslie.
Paul sniffed back a tear.
