Ms. Nan blinked. Like she wasn’t sure what to say. “I see.” She nodded. “Very nice, Liza.” She looked around. “Has anyone seen an actual meteor shower? With meteors?”
A kid named Jake raised his hand. He played drums in the school band. “Ms. Nan, aren’t meteors falling stars?”
“Hmm.” Their teacher tapped her knee. “Good thought, Jake. They are kind of like stars. Let me show you.” She walked to the blackboard. “Okay.” Ms. Nan drew a small circle. “Here we have Earth. That’s us.” She drew lots of smaller circles around Earth. “These represent other planets and stars. Even debris.”
“Debris?” The question came from Mandy, who sat next to Kari. Mandy was another of Kari’s friends, and also a fellow swimmer. Mandy never fell in the mud or got dirt on her dress at recess. She wrinkled her nose. “You mean… like trash?”
Ms. Nan turned to Mandy. “Well, kind of… There could be rocks, or comets and asteroids. This is typically what we call meteors.” She drew some rocks with fire coming off of them. “A meteor shower is caused by streams of this natural cosmic debris entering Earth’s atmosphere at extremely high speeds.”
High speeds? A splash of fear hit Kari.
Up until that moment Kari had figured she would watch the meteor shower from the middle of their huge front yard. Or on the big rock by the stream behind their new house. The rock was flat and it was the best place for Kari and her older sister, Brooke, and her younger siblings—Ashley, Erin and Luke—to sit and talk.
But now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe they’d be safer inside.
Kari raised her hand. “Ms. Nan… That sounds dangerous. What if meteors crash into Bloomington and we blow up?” Kari’s heart beat harder. “Maybe we should take cover.”
“Well…” Ms. Nan crossed her arms. “I suppose a meteor shower could be dangerous. But it isn’t likely.” She smiled. “I’d say we don’t need to worry.”
Kari tried to imagine how the event would look. “So as the rocks and garbage come into our… atmosphere…?”
“Yes, atmosphere.” Ms. Nan nodded. Patience was her strong suit. “Atmosphere will be one of our spelling words next week.” She hesitated. “Anyway, yes, a meteor shower happens as rocks and debris enter our atmosphere.”
“With flames around them?” Kari still wasn’t convinced this was a good idea.
“Yes.” Ms. Nan smiled. “Exactly.”
“When is it?” Kari tapped her desk. “How many days?”
Ms. Nan laughed and walked over to her calendar. “Forty-one days. Just over a month.”
Kari’s shoulders sank a little. “So… Bloomington might be destroyed in forty-one days?”
“No.” For a second, Ms. Nan laughed out loud… but then she seemed to get control of herself. “Kari. Bloomington will not be destroyed in this meteor shower. Scientists can predict that sort of thing.”
Their teacher started talking about Mars and Jupiter, which gave Kari time to think. Ms. Nan wouldn’t lie to them. Surely the meteor shower wouldn’t destroy Bloomington. And that meant Kari could be excited again.
A real meteor shower right over their very own city!
“All right.” Ms. Nan stood. “Let’s do free reading now. Then after lunch we’ll talk about our next assignment. It’s called: When I Grow Up.”
Kari’s mouth went dry. When she grew up? Why would Ms. Nan want them to think about that? Sixth grade was hard enough without thinking about growing up. She raised her hand superfast.
“Yes, Kari?” Ms. Nan looked confused.
Kari swallowed. “Do we have to decide today? What we’ll do when we grow up?”
“No.” Something about Ms. Nan’s voice made Kari relax. “You don’t have to decide. I’ll explain everything after lunch.”
“Yes, Ms. Nan.” Kari remembered to smile. She didn’t want to panic, but she was struggling to get her head around this assignment. Sometimes she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do next week, or what she wanted to have for lunch. The idea of trying to decide what she wanted to do when she grew up was scary.
She didn’t know how else to put it.
When their teacher was back at her desk, Kari grabbed her journal from her backpack. Journaling was her favorite. She flipped through the pages until she found the next blank one and then, with a quick breath, she began to write:
A meteor shower is coming to Bloomington! In just forty-one days! It sounds like the prettiest light show ever and I bet God has the best seat in the house that night. November 15. Yep. That’s the day. Ms. Nan says not to worry that the flaming meteors will destroy our city. So that’s good. Also, I have to think about growing up. It’s our assignment this afternoon. But the truth is… I have no idea what I want to do. Dancing, maybe. Or soccer. Here’s my secret: I’m not even sure I like being on the swim team, which I haven’t told Liza and Mandy. What if they don’t like me if I’d rather dance? I can’t think about it. Actually, maybe I’ll study meteors.
“All right.” Ms. Nan stood. “Lunchtime.” The bell rang and the students lined up at the door. Kari finished her journal entry.
Okay. I gotta go. Consider this the official meteor shower countdown.
41 DAYS UNTIL THE METEOR SHOWER!
2
The Falling Leaf
ASHLEY
On this superfantastic, most excellent day, Ashley was a leaf caught in the wind.
Spinning and dancing and twirling in circles, trying to make it all the way up to the clouds. Round and round, over and over again. She spun faster. The clouds were so close she could touch them.
Ashley’s unlikely new best friend, Natalie, stood on the school playground, eyes wide, just watching her.
“Things are looking up for me, Natalie! I’m almost dancing on the clouds. I’m a leaf caught in the wind!”
“You’re gonna get sick.” Natalie sounded concerned. “We just ate.”
Ashley kept spinning. “No need to worry, Natalie, my friend.” Her words came out a bit wobbly. Her twirling took her feet in bigger and bigger circles.
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