The results of the neighborhood election have just been announced. Here are the stories as they appeared in The Robyn Report:



THE BIRD IS THE WORD

By Corinna Pet » Full Story

J.P. and Logan pull us into the library.

“What are you doing?” Corinna asks. “We were counting up the votes.”

“Exactly!” J.P. says. “We have to vote.”

He points » Full Story

I’ve never seen Mrs. McMillan so upset.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “Elle will show up.”

“It’s all my fault,” she says. “I never should have left her alone. What was I thinking?” < » Full Story

“How do you know who stole the ballot box?” Corinna asks.

I hold up the piece of paper from the garbage.

“This!” I say. “It tells me everything I need to know.” Corinna raise » Full Story

“What do you mean the ballot box is gone?” I ask.

“Someone stole it!” Corinna says.

“Why would someone steal a ballot box?”

“I don’t know,” Corinna says. “It was » Full Story

It’s like the skaters are in slow motion. They fly through the air like planes taking off from a runway. I pull my backpack over my head and duck. This is not going to be pretty. I feel a breeze rush » Full Story

The crowd at the debate is in an uproar. The streaker skates off. He’s wearing red underwear and a mask. I write this down in my notebook.

“See!” Mr. Marx says. “If we have a skate park i » Full Story

I look at Mrs. Allen and Mr. Dexter. I can’t stay here and listen to them argue.

I have to go. And fast. A ripe apple is big. No, it’s bigger than big. It’s huge. Reporters at newspapers » Full Story

I walk closer to the crowd. The chanting gets louder.

“DOWN WITH ROBYN. FLY AWAY. DOWN WITH ROBYN. DO NOT STAY.”

Corinna grabs my arm.

“Is that who I think it is » Full Story

“Is she awake?”

“I don’t know. Tickle her feet or something.”

“No way. You do it!”

“You’re her best friend.”

I slowly open my eyes. Through the slit » Full Story