Maryellen Larkin is nine years old and longs to stand out, but in a family with five brothers and sisters it's easy to get lost in the shuffle! A painting mishap gains her some attention, but not the kind she's been longing for. Being invited to stay in at recess and practice her handwriting earns Maryellen a new friend, but what does that mean for her old friendships? Then, Maryellen is wishing for a white Christmas like the ones in the movies (not very likely in Florida!) Will she find a way to make her dream come true?
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Valerie Tripp. The One and Only
The Room Switcheroo. CHAPTER ONE
Another Great Idea. CHAPTER TWO
Extraordinary, Not Extra Ordinary. CHAPTER THREE
In the Pink. CHAPTER FOUR
Being Noticed. CHAPTER FIVE
Unique. CHAPTER SIX
Tickled Pink. CHAPTER SEVEN
The Lunch Bunch. CHAPTER EIGHT
Maryellen’s Cold War. CHAPTER NINE
Christmas Is on Its Way, Hurray! CHAPTER TEN
Four Wishes Rolled into One. CHAPTER ELEVEN
All Aboard. CHAPTER TWELVE
The Skaters’ Waltz. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
INSIDE Maryellen’s World
A Sneak Peek at. Taking Off: A Maryellen Classic 2. by Valerie Tripp
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aryellen Larkin liked to make up episodes of her favorite TV shows and imagine herself in them. This morning, for example, as Maryellen was walking down the hot, sunny sidewalk with her dog, Scooter, to mail a letter to her grandparents, she was pretending that she was in an episode of the exciting Western The Lone Ranger. Her only companion was her trusty horse, Thunderbolt. (That was Scooter’s part.) Maryellen leaned forward as if she were battling her way through a blinding blizzard. If she didn’t deliver the medicine in her hand, hundreds of people would die.
Maryellen never gave herself superpowers in any of her imagined shows. She didn’t fly or do magic or become invisible or anything. She looked the way she really looked, except maybe a little taller and with better clothes. The main difference was that in her TV shows, everyone paid attention to her. They listened to her great ideas, they followed her advice, and—ta-da!—everything turned out just right.
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“Please don’t suggest that Mom’s friends should sleep in hammocks swinging from trees,” Joan teased. “Not everyone enjoys pretending to be Tarzan, King of the Apes, like you and Davy were just now.”
“We weren’t being Tarzan,” Maryellen said, “and I wasn’t going to suggest hammocks, though I bet they’d be fun to sleep in. But actually, I think Mom’s guests should sleep in your room.”
