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The tale of a boy’s quest to overcome his personal challenges while remaining optimistic about life.

Sanjay is enjoying fourth grade, even though his irritating older sister is way too bossy. He has great friends, a positive teacher, and a supportive family. Sanjay is determined to become more awesome sooner than later, because he is going to be a big brother in only a month.

Just as he is adjusting to the new school year, Sanjay learns that his Nanu is coming to live with them and that he will eventually have to share a bedroom with his new baby sister. As Sanjay attempts to adjust to his new normal and changing family situation, he must also deal with other personal challenges. Will he be able to embrace these changes positively, or will it just be too much for him to handle?

Fourth Grade Changes is the tale of a boy’s quest to overcome his personal challenges while remaining optimistic about life.

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Publié par	Archway Publishing
Date de parution	10 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665731447
Langue	English

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FOURTH GRADE CHANGES

LISA FREELS

Copyright © 2022 Lisa Freels.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3143-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3144-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022918611

Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/10/2022
CONTENTS
Dedication
Acknowledgments

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen

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DEDICATION
To all of the Nanas, Abuelas, Nonnies, and Grandmas that bring families together. And a special shout out to the grandkids who love them! Family is everything.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to Amanda, Melissa, and Monina for being brave enough to be the first to voluntarily read the roughest of drafts! I hope it wasn’t too tedious. Thanks doesn’t even convey the emotion behind my gratitude toward all of you! Thanks to Khadija for answering my endless questions. A special thanks to Audrey L. for thoughtfully helping me name Sanjay’s new sister. No spoilers here; you must read the story to see what Audrey suggested. Thank you, Yash B. for agreeing to be Sanjay! You are an amazing human! Thanks to Alyssa, Ryan, and Traci for letting me talk about my book endlessly. Thanks for listening! Thanks to Bob for always being supportive of everything I do. I am so lucky to have you on this journey called life.
CHAPTER
ONE
“Sanjay, do you want your bagel toasted?”
My mom’s voice tickled my ears, waking me up way too early for a Saturday. I rolled over and looked at my clock. Squinting, I thought it read 7:30 a.m. What?
“Sanjay! Did you hear me?” Her shrill voice jolted me completely awake. Maybe it wasn’t Saturday after all.
“I’m awake. What day is it?” I called down. If it wasn’t Saturday, I was definitely going to be late for school. Uh-oh…
“I don’t have time for your games, Sanjay. You wanted to go to the beach today. Move it!”
Aha! It finally hit me, just as hard as the Frisbee hit my face yesterday at recess. Beach day. I had been looking forward to this for weeks. After surviving over two months of being back at school, my family and my best friend, JJ, and I were going to spend the day at the beach.
“Coming! And toasted, please.” I figured a little politeness would calm her down. Maybe. She tends to get a bit excited when she thinks I’m not listening, which I always do. Mostly.
I hopped out of bed, racing to get into the bathroom before my older sister, Priya. If I didn’t, I would be even later, and I didn’t think Mom would understand. Luck was on my side; the bathroom was empty. Quickly slamming the door, I did everything I needed to in record time. Even brushing all of my teeth, not just the front ones.
I took off down the hallway, eager to get the day started. It’s always a great day when you have something to look forward to. And today was going to be the best of great days , I thought. I raced to the kitchen. Oof … Suddenly I was on my back, staring at the ceiling. What?
My mom and dad came rushing to my side, the loud thump of me falling on the floor grabbing their attention.
“What happened? Why are you laying on the floor?” My mom’s voice was a little accusatory, like I slipped and fell on purpose. “Get up. We don’t have time for your shenanigans.”
Geez. There I was, flat on my back, not even knowing what happened, and Mom thought I was fooling around. So not fair.
My dad reached down to help me up. Once he let go of my hand, I looked down to see what I had tripped on. A shoe. My shoe, almost the same color as the tile floor I had fallen on. I didn’t know why it was there, and worse, why hadn’t I seen it?
“Are you all right, son?” my dad asked gently. I think he could tell I was a bit rattled by my fall.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’ll put my shoes away better from now on.”
“Let’s go, funny man. JJ is expecting us to pick him up soon.” My mom has a sense of humor, but it didn’t seem to have gotten out of bed with her that morning.
“OK,” I sighed, following my parents into the kitchen for breakfast.
My sister, Priya, strolled into the kitchen as I finished my bagel and jam. She’s only a few years older than I am, but treats me like she’s my other mother. And not in a maternal way. She loves to boss me around. Worse, she’s always tattling on me when she thinks I should be getting into trouble.
“Why were you running in the house? And why weren’t your shoes put away?” Priya’s third-degree was nothing new. But still annoying.
“What do you want for breakfast, Priya?” Mom thankfully interrupted the interrogation.
“Cereal is fine. Do we have soy milk?”
“Yes, it’s in the fridge. Please get it out, and I will get your cereal. We need to pick JJ up soon. Is Sanaa meeting us here, or do we need to pick her up too?”
“She should be here pretty soon. She’s walking over.” Sanaa was my sister’s BFF. Hopefully with her along, Priya will leave me alone at the beach. A guy can wish.
Actually, I really liked Sanaa. She had two younger brothers, both younger than I was, and she was really kind to them. And she’s always been nice to me. I wished this would rub off on my actual sister. At least when she was along, though, Priya would be distracted enough to ignore whatever JJ and I were doing.
Dad came back into the kitchen. “Sanjay, help me get the boogie boards into the van, please.”
I hopped off my stool and headed to the dishwasher. Once my plate, knife and juice glass were loaded inside, I followed my dad to the garage. The boogie boards were in a small cabinet in the front of the garage, along with the beach buckets and shovels from when I was a kid.
My dad reached for the first board, handing it to me backward over his head. I put it behind our minivan in the garage and went back for the other one. While I was walking to put it with the other board, my dad called to me.
“Do you want the shovels and buckets? Will you want to build a sand castle?”
I was torn. It seemed like a babyish thing to do, but I still wanted to play in the sand. “Do you want to?”
“Let’s take it all, and if we don’t need it, no harm, no foul.” My dad is really practical sometimes. And he seemed to know I was conflicted.
“OK. Thanks, Dad.”
“No problem. Let’s grab the cooler from the house and get that in first. The rest is light and can be piled on top. Make sure you have your beach towel, sunscreen, and change of clothes. I’m not sure your mom had time to grab everything, and you’re old enough to do it. She’s a bit tired this morning.”
“Sure. I’ll do it now.” I headed back into the house to help with the cooler. I looked closely at my mom when I passed by where she was sitting. She did look a little more tired and grumpy than usual. “Mom, can I get you something to drink? Tea?”
“No, thank you, Sanjay. I just needed to rest a minute. The cooler is ready to go. Help your dad, will you?”
“That’s the plan. I’ve got the heavy stuff. Make sure your chair and umbrella are ready, and I can load those up too.” I felt like a grown up, being able to take care of my mom for a change.
“Already in the garage. Thanks, sweetie.” She smiled weakly. I guess having a baby was a tiring job. At that moment, I vowed to myself to be more independent. I was going to be a big brother in a month or so, and needed to start being even more awesome, sooner than later.
CHAPTER
TWO
Once the car was loaded up with three kids, two adults, and all of our stuff, we headed over to pick up my best pal, JJ. We have been friends since kindergarten. Except for learning remotely last year, we have been in the same classroom since then, too. Well, we did have the same teacher in third grade, too, but our classrooms were our homes. All of the work was online, and it wasn’t always fun.
Last year the best part of each week was the SEL lesson on Friday afternoons.