The Bookworm Next Door: The Expanded and Revised Edition Read Online Free

lunch bell rang. 
                  Pointing to a corner near where David and his new friends were sitting, “With my brother, Drew, and some of his band friends.”  Making a face, “It was horrible.  You’re actually doing me a favor.  Just,” Jennifer paused, “one thing.  I have a bad habit of repeating certain words my mother would rather I didn’t know.  I blame my brothers.” 
                  Laughing, “It doesn’t matter as long as I don’t have to sit alone and suffer through this stuff anymore,” Delilah pointed at the textbook before grabbing it. 
                  Slowly, “You have been warned.”  Jennifer wondered if her new friend knew what she was getting into, but she also recognized that Delilah needed a new friend.  She had witnessed David’s public desertion the day before. 

Chapter Six
    On the rare occasion David would look over at Delilah's lunch table he would notice that she looked happy - if her smiles at Grace Chandler were any indication.  He wondered about how they met.  
    He’d witnessed Jennifer marching over there a few weeks before.  Aimee had been annoyed that David had been paying more attention to the tomboy who had the habit of cussing like a sailor when teachers weren’t around.  He only knew that the girl could run, if her consistently placing in the Top Ten at the Cross-Country meets was any indication.  Some of the Juniors haven’t even placed in the Top Ten during three years of running!
    But Grace Chandler…sweet and shy Grace Chandler.  That was a mystery. 
    They had English I together, but he didn’t know if the girl had ever spoken a word other than, “Here,” during attendance.  He did know that she was the oldest of...actually he didn’t know how many she was the oldest of.  Every time he saw a Chandler sibling, the next oldest being two years younger than Grace, it appeared to be a different sibling with the exception of the one set of twins he’d seen Grace herding into the playground one afternoon.  He knew she had a backbone – he’d witnessed it with her siblings – but couldn’t figure out why she shied away at school. 
                  He had tried to remember Grace from middle school or elementary school, but was entirely possible that Grace had gone to the local Catholic school that hosted kindergarten through the eighth grade. 
                  “Why are you looking at Grace Chandler?” Aimee asked him, snarling Grace’s name.  “What’s so important about that klutz?”
                  “I have a class with her.  That’s all,” David answered.  Pausing, “What’s wrong with her?”
                  “What isn’t?” Aimee murmured.  “How about how she tripped over her own two feet during our first day and dumped her lunch tray all over a Junior?”  She left out the part where the Junior in question had been her sister and that Amanda had chewed Grace out.  Now whenever Grace saw Amanda she’d hurry off in another direction in hopes of avoiding the upper classman. 
                  Will Cooper, not knowing when to shut up, finished the story.  “Didn’t she accidently dump her tray on your sister?  Amanda crewed that girl a new one.  After a few minutes Grace was sobbing after some of the things that Amanda had said.”  He looked over at where Grace was sitting.  “I felt sorry for her, but some of Amanda’s friends held me back from going over there.”
                  “She’s a nobody,” Aimee dismissed Will’s concern.  It was a direct parrot of something her older sister had said.  “Somebody has to be held up as an example.” 
                  Those words troubled David.  Why would somebody need to be held up as an example?  “What did she do to deserve it?”
                  “Did you see her clothes?” Aimee waved her hand as she made her