“Who wants to be flag leader?” asked Ms. Silva first thing Monday morning.
I sprang out of my seat and shouted, “Me! Me! Me!” My arms swished like windshield wipers. The whole class laughed.
Ms. Silva pointed to my desk. “Ellie May, body in chair, please.” Then my teacher smiled at a girl across the room. A girl who was not swishing. A girl who was quietly sitting. “Ava will be our flag leader,” said Ms. Silva. “Let’s give her a big ten-finger woo.”
All the kids held up their hands. They wiggled their fingers and shouted, “Woo, woo, woo!”
Even Lizzy—my best friend in the whole entire class—played along. But not me. I kept my body in chair and my hands super still.
Ava strolled to the front of the class and stood next to the flag. Everyone was silent. She lifted her hand to start the Pledge of Allegiance, and the rest of the class joined in. Ava had already been flag leader twice since winter break. And so had Lizzy. I hadn’t been flag leader once in February or for months. I felt all fizzled and flat.
After the pledge Ms. Silva tapped the calendar. “Next Monday we won’t be here. The school will be closed in honor of Presidents’ Day, a very special holiday. Throughout the week, we will celebrate our presidents.”
My belly got fluttery. There were only four more days this week to be flag leader before a very special holiday. I’d be a good flag leader. For one, I have a loud voice. Plus, I know how to stand up straight.
Over some holidays kids get to go to National Parks like Yosemite to see waterfalls or Muir Woods to see really tall trees. They brag about it during show-and-tell. But my family doesn’t go away much in the winter. And as far as I knew, we weren’t going anywhere over Presidents’ Day weekend. I’d at least like to get to be flag leader for the holiday.
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