Posey, the Class Pest
CHAPTER ONE
Sweet Dreams!
"Sweet dreams, Daisy Dreamer!" Mom and Dad say as they turn off the lights.
"Wait! I'm not tired!" I tell them, but the door clicks shut. I stare up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling and yawn.
Then I hear a familiar voice. "I'm not tired either!"
I squint my eyes to see in the dark.
I wish I were a cat, like Sir Pounce, so I could have super-duper night vision.
"Posey?" I call out. "Is that you?" My heart is beating so thumpety fast. Then I spy a light tracing a new imaginary door on my wall. The door swings open, and there's my imaginary friend, wearing a big silly grin on his face.
"Hi, Daisy!" he says.
I breathe a sigh of relief. "You scared me!"
He slaps his knee and laughs, like he thinks that's so funny. "Sorry. I heard you weren't tired. So, do you want to have an adventure?"
I open my mouth, and another big fat yawn rolls out. "Isn't it kind of late to start an adventure?" I ask.
Posey jumps onto my bed. "Not in the WOM!" he says.
The WOM is the World of Make-Believe. Obviously.
"We could go to Roller-Coaster Raceway!" Posey suggests. "Or Bouncy Town, which is a whole town made out of bounce houses!"
I get up on one elbow. That does sound fun . . . but my eyes feel so heavy. . . .
"And you'd love the Pet Post Office!" Posey cheers. "It's a post office completely run by dogs, cats, guinea pigs, and more!"
I flop back down on my pillow. "Maybe tomorrow . . . ," I say through another yawn. "I'm totally zonked."
Posey shakes my arm. "But you said you weren't tired."
I pull my arm back and shut my eyes. "I know, but I'm so sleepy now. Plus I have school tomorrow." Now I can feel myself fading fast.
"May I go to school with you?" Posey asks.
I snuggle deeper into my pillow. "Sure, Posey. Whatever you say," I murmur, before falling completely and totally asleep.
Excerpted from Posey, the Class Pest by Holly Anna
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