 Almost
everything in Maggie Schultz's life is good. She's just started third
grade, she has a best friend, Jo Ann, she has a dog called Kisser, and
she has affectionate parents who give here nick-names like "Goldilocks"
on account of her wavy, blonde hair.
But there's one problem.
"We start
cursive this week," Maggie said with a big gusty sigh that was supposed
to impress her parents with the hard work that lay ahead.
Instead, they laughed. Maggie was annoyed.
Cursive was serious.
"Don't look so gloomy," said Maggie's
father. "You'll survive."
How did he know? Maggie scowled, still
hurting from being laughed at, and said, "Cursive is dumb. It's all
wrinkled and stuck together, and I can't see why I'm supposed to do
it."
So Maggie decides she won't do it. She tells her parents she won't
do it, she tells her teacher she won't do it, she even tells the school
principal that she won't do it.
Many
people thought she was brave; others thought she was acting stupid.
Obviously, Maggie could not back down now. She had to protect her pride.
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