It was almost 6:30. It was time to go. Abby touched her new dress. It was so pretty. It's too bad it will get ruined, Abby thought to herself. "Oh, well, here we go again," she said to her pet hamster. She picked up her sweater and walked out the door.
Abby was on her way to a dinner party. The party was for the high school honor graduates. Abby had worked hard in high school. She was graduating second in her class.
There should be a different reward for working hard, she said to herself. I hate dinner parties. I always spill something. The thoughts kept going around in her head. But she knew she had to go to the party.
When Abby knocked on the door of the principal's house, Mr. Brooks opened it.
"Well, hello, Abby. Please come in. I am so happy you could come tonight," he said.
"Thank you, Mr. Brooks," Abby said. "I am happy to be an honor graduate."
"You don't look very happy, Abby," Mr. Brooks said. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, sir, I mean, yes, sir. Well, not about being an honor graduate. It's just that I, I, . . ."
"You what, Abby? It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Yes, sir, I think it is. Every time I have a meal away from home I spill something. I ruin my clothes; I put spots on the tablecloth, or I mess up someone's carpet. It is very embarrassing, sir!"
"I am sure it is," Mr. Brooks said, "but nothing will happen tonight. You won't spill anything!"
Abby looked at her principal doubtfully. "Are you sure?"