Project Best Friend
CONTENTS
Penelope Kingston wanted to be perfect. And most of the time she was good, sensible and calm. But nobody is perfect. Sometimes Penelope was bossy, angry and frustrated. It was like (and this is very weird) there were two Penelopes inside her. She was never sure which one was going to be stronger on any given day.
So even though she knew she wasn’t perfect, Penelope tried hard to be excellent at most things. After all, excellence was very nearly perfection.
Penelope sat on her carefully made bed in her very neat bedroom. She liked everything to be just so. It made her feel a bit panicky when her room was messy.
She liked all her old teddies to be facing the same direction – towards the window, where she secretly thought they enjoyed the view. She liked her pens and pencils (sharpened, of course) to be nice and straight, nibs up, in her favourite mug.
Her books were currently organised by size, but last month she had arranged them by colour. It all depended on her mood.
Once, Penelope had even arranged them from her most favourite to her least favourite. This had been quite difficult, though
When We Were Very Young
was absolutely and obviously number one and
Robot Spies
was absolutely and obviously last.
The rest of the house was usually too chaotic for Penelope’s liking. Her bedroom was where she could feel calm and happy.
Penelope picked up her iPhone and cradled it in her hand. She loved her phone so much – more than she thought she probably should. She scrolled across to the camera function, chose video and hit ‘record’, filming herself at arm’s length.
‘Hi!’ she began, rather breathlessly. ‘I’m Penelope Kingston and this is my bedroom!’
She reversed the focus of the camera and started to scan her room. She filmed the award certificates that were pinned up on her wall in perfect rows and then chose two to zoom in on. The first was a very special award called ‘The Watchful Eye’. Penelope had received it for taking good care of a year one girl who had fallen over in the playground. Mr Joseph had been on yard duty that day, but Penelope was the one who had spotted the emergency. She had taken the girl to the sick bay and even stayed to keep checking her bandages way after the nurse had said she could leave (though unfortunately all that information was not written on Penelope’s actual award). The second was an award for punctuality – Penelope had a perfect record for being on time to class.
Every Friday at assembly, Penelope’s school held an awards ceremony. Over the years, Penelope had earned thirty-six awards. (The next biggest award winner was Alison Cromwell, who only had twenty-one.) Of course, only some of the awards were on the wall. The rest were filed away in a special box with a lock and key, along with other important documents like Penelope’s birth certificate.
Penelope had decided that a video of her room would be the perfect introduction for the new girl. From the moment Ms Pike had announced that a new girl would be joining their class that week – and that her name was Brittany O’Brien – Penelope just knew that her life was about to change. Soon, everything would be perfect.
For starters, Brittany O’Brien was an
elegant
name, just like Penelope Kingston. Anyone with a name like Brittany O’Brien would most likely be aiming for excellence.
Secondly, it was absolutely time Penelope had a best friend. Everyone else in her class had one.
Whenever they had to get into pairs for activities or excursions, Penelope never knew who she would be paired with. And although she loved Ms Pike, she knew that being partners with the teacher meant that she was the odd one out.
She filmed her bookshelf, careful to show how neatly her books were ordered.
Next was the stand of jewellery she’d made, which Penelope sold at a street stall she held in front of her house each month.
Then she passed over a photo of her little half-sister Sienna wearing a tiara, absolutely the loveliest and most complicated piece of jewellery Penelope had ever created.
Giving away the tiara hadn’t been easy, and sometimes (only very occasionally) Penelope felt a pang of regret about it. But Penelope’s stepmother had told her Sienna loved it so much she even tried to wear it to bed.
That definitely helped the pangs. Of course, the tiara was too pointy to wear to bed. (Penelope had tried, too. It had made a dent in her forehead that stayed there the whole morning.)
Penelope scanned over a row of earrings, making a mental note to give one pair to Brittany, absolutely for free, once they became best friends.
Next, Penelope zoomed in on a picture of a Gemini symbol, the twins.
Some days Penelope might think she was going to do one thing – say, be really kind to her brother – and then end up doing something entirely different, like shouting at him to leave her alone.
This would be an excellent thing to discuss with Brittany O’Brien, once they became best friends.
Just as Penelope pondered this, her phone buzzed with a text message. Careful not to look, she immediately covered the screen with her right hand and used her left thumb to stop the video recording.
She sat on her bed, her phone turned over so she couldn’t cheat. Then she closed her eyes and ran through the possibilities. Who might have sent her a message?
It could be her mum, even though she was just downstairs. That had happened before, but it was normally when Penelope had her headphones on and couldn’t hear her mum yelling up the stairs.
It was also possible it was her brother, Harry. Sometimes he would send Penelope a text ordering her to go to the milk bar and buy him some lollies. Penelope had never – not even once – obeyed him, but Harry was a slow learner.
Actually, there was almost no chance it was Harry. Penelope could hear him playing on his computer – even though it was Sunday night and Harry probably hadn’t finished his homework or put his dirty clothes down the laundry chute. When he was playing World of Warcraft it took an absolute emergency to interrupt him. Perhaps a mass of
actual
assorted dragons flying though his bedroom window, breathing blazing fire down the back of Harry’s hairy neck would do it. Probably not.
It could be from her dad, but Sunday was his family day, so that was unlikely.
There were only two other people in the world who had Penelope’s phone number. Alison Cromwell (the girl with twenty-one awards) was the only other kid Penelope knew who had her own phone. She doubted it was Alison, though. Penelope had sent her three different messages – once inviting her to meet in the library to compare awards and twice to suggest a play date at Alison’s house – and she hadn’t received a single message back.
She was pretty sure Alison must have run out of credit.
Penelope opened her eyes, keeping the phone face down. She even liked looking at the back of it.
Harry had an iPhone too, but his had been given to him, just because he was starting high school. Penelope had
earned
hers.
Fifty-two per cent of the money had come from her jewellery stall. The other forty-eight per cent had come from her dad. Penelope sent him copies of all her school reports, and he gave her twenty dollars for every A she got. She wished school reports came every week. Then she would be rich.
Penelope picked up the phone and held it against her chest. Her best guess was that the message was from Grandpa George. She flipped it over. Her guess was correct.
Penelope smiled. Grandpa’s messages were long, and sometimes a bit hard to understand, but this one truly did make sense.
Penelope could hardly wait for school tomorrow so she could get started on her latest project.
Project Best Friend.
