Room to dream (eBook)

KELLY YANG (Autor)

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2022
350 Seiten
Knights Of (Verlag)
9781913311575 (ISBN)

Infos

Mia Tang is going for her dreams: 1. She's finally going on holiday to see her family - in China! 2. She's taking on the big motel next door. 3. She is sure that her plans to be a big write are about to reach the next level. But, things around Mia are changing; in the town and even in her friendships... Can she and her motel survive? The third book in the bestselling FRONT DESK series by award-winning author Kelly Yang.

Kelly Yang is the New York Times bestselling, award-winning author of FRONT DESK, and winner of the 2019 Asian Pacific American Award for Children's Literature.

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Chapter 1

Silver strands of tinsel hung from our classroom Christmas tree, swaying slightly ­under the ceiling fan. Even though it was nearly December, it was still fairly warm in Anaheim — ­not enough for air conditioning but enough to keep the fan on. As our seventh-­grade Maths teacher, Mrs. Beadle, handed out prob­lem sets for us to do, I sat at my desk staring at the shimmery strands, wondering if I should get some for our ­little tree at the front desk of the Calivista Motel.

“Hey, Lupe, do you think we should get some tinsel —” I turned to my right and asked, then remembered. Lupe ­wasn’t in Maths with me this year. I kept forgetting. Thanks to all the studying she did with my mum over the summer, Lupe was now in Algebra 1, while Jason and I ­were in regular seventh-­grade Maths. In fact, Lupe ­wasn’t in any of my classes at Anaheim Ju­nior High this year.

I sighed, and Jason lifted his head. “You want some tinsel?” he asked. Before I could answer, he jumped out of his seat and lunged for the Christmas tree, nearly falling on top of it. All the kids shrieked and laughed.

“Take your seat!” Mrs. Beadle ordered him.

Jason muttered, “Sorry,” and went back to his desk, but not before making off with a fistful of tinsel. When Mrs. Beadle’s back was turned, he passed it to me. I giggled.

At least I had Jason in my classes this year.

Jason squished his legs ­under his desk. He had shot up like a bean sprout over the summer and now towered over me. His smile dis­appeared when he looked down at the prob­lem sets Mrs. Beadle placed in front of him. “Not a quiz again,” he moaned.

“Jason, ­you’re in ­middle school now,” Mrs. Beadle said. “And ­you’ve known about this quiz all week.”

“But I’ve been busy cooking!” Jason replied.

Twice a week ­after school, Jason went to a cooking academy in nearby Orange. Sometimes ­after class, he came by the motel and let us taste his creations — ­Hawaiian peach mousse, tomato ricotta with sesame, barbecued butternut squash and choy sum. ­Every dish he made was delicious. His cooking teacher said he was one of the most talented ju­nior chefs ­she’d ever taught. At the rate he was ­going, he’d be promoted to the elite cooking acad­emy any day now!

But Mrs. Beadle shook her head. “Your extracurricular activities are just that. Extracurricular. ­They’re not supposed to get in the way of your real subjects.”

“Yeah, Jason,” Bethany Brett chimed in. She was sitting in the row in front of us, wearing five necklaces and twirling them with her fin­gers. “Cooking’s not a real subject. It’s for old ladies.”

Jason’s face turned beet red as the class started snickering. Most of our classmates came from other elementary schools; they ­hadn’t been to last year’s cookout at Dale Elementary, where Jason’s chef skills had impressed every­one. Bethany had been ­there, though.

“That’s funny,” I said to her. “I distinctly remember you gobbling up Jason’s delicious braised pork belly and asking for seconds. . . .”

“Let’s get back to Maths,” Mrs. Beadle urged.

I put a hand on Jason’s arm, and we shared a look. Then, as Mrs. Beadle went back to her desk and started the timer on her clock, I got to work. Maybe if I did well on ­these quizzes, I’d get promoted to Algebra 1 too.

After class, Jason and I put our books back in our lockers and raced over to the eighth-­grade side of school, where Lupe’s Maths class was. We found a spot over by the trees. I looked up at the tree roof. It made me miss the Kids for Kids club we had in elementary school.

Unfortunately, most of ­those kids had gone to dif­fer­ent ­middle schools. Some had moved away. The ones who stayed suddenly had other interests, like computer club and hanging out by the bleachers with the cool girls.

Lupe and I tried hanging out with the cool girls too. But they had taken one look at us and scooted over to the other side of the bleachers. Lupe ­wasn’t so both­ered. But I wondered: What made them popu­lar and not us?

“So how’s algebra?” I asked Lupe.

Lupe reached into her bag of chicharrones.

“Good,” she said, munching on a crisp. She handed some to me. Chicharrones ­were ­these spicy crisps from Tijuana that melted and exploded in your mouth at the same time. Now that Lupe’s dad had received his papers from the immigration judge and Proposition 187 was overturned, Lupe’s ­family got to go back and forth freely from the US and Mexico — ­and bring all sorts of delicious snacks with them!

“Some of the stuff is pretty hard,” she added.

“You know if it gets too hard, you can always move back down with us!” I suggested eagerly.

Jason nodded. “And we have tinsel.”

Lupe chuckled. “It’s not too hard,” she insisted. “But I do miss you guys.”

I smiled at my best friend and reached for another chicharron. I gazed at it. It used to be that you could get chicharrones at Mr. Abayan’s con­ve­nience store. He always stocked his shelves with all kinds of snacks from Mexico and the Philippines. But his store got replaced by a 7-­Eleven, and now you had to go all the way to Mexico to find chicharrones.

Lupe reached for her textbooks. “I’m ­going to the library to get started on my homework.”

“I’ll come with you!” I offered, getting up.

“No, it’s okay,” Lupe quickly said, backing away and hugging her books tightly. “I’ll catch up with you at the front desk!”

I watched as Lupe skipped over to the library, wondering why she ­didn’t want me to come along. Was she afraid I would distract her? I totally ­wouldn’t.

“So did you ask all the teachers for permission yet?” Jason asked, handing me one of his green-­tea Pocky sticks.

“Just need En­glish!” I told him as I bit into the Pocky. In a ­little over a week, my parents and I ­were fi­nally ­going on our first Christmas holiday ever . . . to China! I was so ­eager to see all my cousins and aunts and ­uncles again, I could hardly sit still at the front desk. ­Every day I put a big X on the calendar, counting down. The excitement — ­and nerves — ­jingled inside me. Would my cousin Shen still recognize me when I stepped off the plane? Would I recognize him?

“I ­can’t believe the teachers are letting you take a ­whole extra month off school,” Jason said.

Because the plane tickets ­were so expensive, and it’d been forever since we took a holiday, my parents wanted to go for a full six weeks. So far, all my teachers had said that was okay. “As long as I do my homework, ­they’re cool with it!”

“And the motel?”

“Lupe’s parents are covering for us.”

Jason’s eyes dropped to his Pocky. “Well, I’m ­going to miss you.”

I smiled. I knew Jason liked sitting next to me, especially in Maths, where he ­didn’t always get what the teacher was talking about. “I’ll be back soon, and I’ll bring you lots of numbing peppers and special spices!”

His face brightened. “And ­we’re still on for the movies next Saturday, before you go?”

“Of course!” As a Christmas treat, Jason, Lupe, and I ­were ­going to a movie and then dinner. Now that the economy was ­doing better, Jason’s dad’s businesses ­were flourishing, and Jason got his allowance back. And Lupe and I had our front desk money. Jason had the restaurant all picked out — ­a new place called Jade Zen. It was right next to the congee place my parents and I liked to go to on Sundays. And we ­were ­going to go see Toy Story!

I was so excited, I nearly blurted out that it’d be my first time watching a movie in an American cinema. But I ­stopped myself just in time. ­There ­were some ­things I still ­didn’t want to tell Jason, even if I ­would’ve told Lupe in a heartbeat.

“It’s ­going to be amazing!” Jason beamed.

The bell rang for our third class, and we got up. As we brushed the grass off our trousers, Jason leaned over and awkwardly hugged me.

“Oh!” I said, surprised.

“Sorry,” he said, blushing. “I just . . . I ­can’t wait for Saturday!”

...

­Later in En­glish class, Bethany Brett sat next to me, loudly chewing on...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 6.1.2022
• Reihe/Serie: Front desk
• Reihe/Serie: Front desk
• Verlagsort: London
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Jugendbücher ab 12 Jahre
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Kinderbücher bis 11 Jahre
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Sachbücher ► Körper / Sexualität
• Schlagworte: Children's Books on Family Life • Fiction About Family for Young Adults
• ISBN-13: 9781913311575 / 9781913311575