A Float Down the Canal
A sweet story of puppy love where the underdog finally wins!!!
Twelve-year old Pam Simpson gets
dumped on when her mother is called into work. She must cancel her plans for
the mall to baby-sit her younger brother and his friend and take them to the
public pool. To make matters worse her
cousin, Candy, is also coming over for the day.
She doesn’t even like Candy!
Much to Candy’s dismay,
transportation to the pool is on inner tubes, floating down the canal. One thing leads to another and it is Pam who,
once again, must save the day.
When things couldn’t seem worse,
the day takes a drastic turn for the better and it is Candy, and the float down
the canal, that makes this the best day of Pam’s life!
Excerpt
It was July 24, and at 10:30 in
the morning in Phoenix, AZ, a record was being broken as
one of the hottest days of
1967. The temperature outside had
nothing on Pam Simpson’s temper as she fought with her mom on the phone. “Are you serious? I have already had to give up my...but you
said...fine. Yes Mother,” Pam said,
teeth clenched. Just because her mom was
called into work, she had to cancel her plans with her friends. She was
supposed to be going to the mall. Tommy
Thompson was supposed to be going to the mall! Now she had to watch her
ten-year-old brother and his friend.
“Another thing,” her mother
continued, “Aunt Sherri is dropping Candy off to spend the day with you guys.”
“What?” Pam
exploded. She must have misunderstood
her mom. “You know we don’t even like
each other!”
“Pam, don’t
be like that. Candy likes you very much.
It’s you that has an attitude about her.
She doesn’t have many friends and I thought you could all go to the
pool.”
“Yes, thank goodness Pam is around to help
entertain,” she thought as she hung up the phone. She actually wanted to put the phone through
the wall. She was having a real pity
party for herself. The worst part was
she never fought with her mom. She was
her best friend. What a lousy day!
Candy! What kind of name was that anyway? Both girls
were twelve years old. Pam had thin
brown hair, that didn’t have an ounce of curl, and it hung limp and lifeless
just below her chin. She was also, what some might call thick, or chunky. Her nickname at school was Champ, given to
her because she was the softball throw champion of the district.
Then there was Candy. She had thick, blonde, bouncy curls that hung
down the middle of her back. She was
slender, and though most of Pam’s friends were wearing bras, Candy actually
needed to wear one! Plus her “helpless”
act always made Pam want to throw up.
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