Skateboard Party: The Carver Chronicles, Book Two by Karen EnglishSkateboard Party: The Carver Chronicles, Book Two by Karen English

Skateboard Party: The Carver Chronicles, Book Two

byKaren EnglishIllustratorLaura Freeman

Paperback | December 15, 2015

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Richard can't wait to show off his flat-ground Ollies at a friend's birthday party at the skate park, but a note home from his teacher threatens to ruin his plans. He really meant to finish his assignment on howler monkeys, but he just got . . . distracted. If only he could focus on his schoolwork, he wouldn't get into this kind of trouble! Can Richard manage to put off getting the note signed (and facing the consequences) until after the party, or will the deception make things even worse? Nikki and Deja fans and their male peers are sure to recognize themselves and their classmates in this humorous school story.
Karen English is a Coretta Scott King Honor Award-winner and the author of It All Comes Down to This, a Kirkus Prize Finalist, as well as the Nikki and Deja and The Carver Chronicles series. Her novels have been praised for their accessible writing, authentic characters, and satisfying storylines. She is a former elementary school tea...
Title:Skateboard Party: The Carver Chronicles, Book TwoFormat:PaperbackDimensions:128 pages, 7.63 × 5.13 × 0.39 inPublished:December 15, 2015Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0544582268

ISBN - 13:9780544582262


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One A Note from Ms. Shelby-OrtizRichard is watching the clock above the whiteboard. Four minutes until his weekend officially begins. Well, not technically, but in his mind. When the bell rings, that’s the signal for freedom. He only has to endure waiting for everyone at his table to straighten up and look “ready to be dismissed.” Those are Ms. Shelby-Ortiz’s words. She’s the teacher and she’s really nice and he likes her a lot.    When his table is called, he will have to hold himself back from jumping up and running out of there. First, he must get up and push his chair under the desk and stand behind it like a soldier. Mouth zipped. Then, he’ll have to walk in an “orderly fashion” to the line at the classroom door. He’ll have to make sure he keeps his lips together and doesn’t punch Ralph in the shoulder for fun. He’ll have to make sure he doesn’t make a fart sound with his hand in his armpit. He must try really hard not to pull one of Nikki’s fat braids. It’s truly difficult to be perfect.    He looks over at Gavin, his new best friend. Gavin can do all that being good stuff so easily. He doesn’t even look tempted to jump around or pull a braid or give a punch. He makes it look easy to be good.    The bell rings. It sounds like music to Richard’s ears. Ms. Shelby-Ortiz starts to look around. All the students are hurrying to put away their textbooks, load up their backpacks, check the floor around their desks, and then stand ramrod-straight behind their chairs. Richard is the best straight-as-a-ramrod stander at his table. He knows Ms. Shelby-Ortiz is going to compliment him. He can just hear the words: I really love the way Richard is standing. He looks ready to be dismissed. He waits for them. His table is the best, without a doubt. Ralph, at Table Four, is still picking up paper off the floor. Hah, hah.    Ms. Shelby-Ortiz begins her stroll. Walking slowly, checking desks, looking at the floor . . . “I like Table Three,” she says.    Hooray—that’s his table!    “Yes. They look all ready to line up.”    Come on, Ms. Shelby-Ortiz . . . More praise, please. Richard looks over at Gavin and smiles, but Gavin is busy looking straight ahead.    “Okay, Table Three. You may line up.”    Richard tries hard not to shoot out from behind his desk and fast-walk to the door.    “Except Richard—I want you to be seated for now.”    At first, he thinks he didn’t hear correctly. Did Ms. Shelby-Ortiz tell him to be seated? Did he hear her right? The other three students at his table quietly walk to the door. Richard sits back down and looks around as Ms. Shelby-Ortiz dismisses the rest of the class, table by table.    When the last student walks out, she goes to her desk and puts her grade book—the dreaded grade book—in the middle of it. She looks over at Richard, smiles, and says, “Come on over here, Richard, and have a seat.”    He doesn’t like the way the chair looks, facing Ms. Shelby-Ortiz’s desk. It looks like the chair of a person guilty of something. He hopes this doesn’t have anything to do with his accidentally not giving his part of the presentation about the habitat of the howler monkey last week. He was hoping she had just kind of forgotten about it.    Richard sits down and looks at his hands. Ms. Shelby-Ortiz settles into her chair. “We have a problem,” she says.    Richard keeps looking down at his hands.    Ms. Shelby-Ortiz opens her grade book.    Uh-oh. Richard swallows. He doesn’t like that grade book. He feels as if it contains a bunch of evidence against him. Bad spelling grades and test grades and things like that. He looks out the window and wishes he were one of the kids running for the bus or laughing and talking with friends.    “What happened to your part of the rainforest report? Weren’t you supposed to turn that in last Friday?” Ms. Shelby asks.    Richard stares at his hands some more and thinks. The class had broken up into groups. Each group had chosen a rainforest animal. He was in Group Howler Monkey, which included Erik Castillo, Yolanda, and Nikki. Richard was supposed to do the habitat; Erik was supposed to do what the howler monkey preys on and what its predators are; and Nikki and Yolanda were doing the visual aids: charts and pictures, some drawn and some copied from books and stuff.    The day of the presentation, Richard had been home sick. Kind of. Well, truthfully, he’d only had the sniffles and he supposed he could have gone to school. Except that he’d kind of spent too much time playing video games and just generally goofing off in the days leading up to the presentation. By the time he got down to work, it was Sunday night and the report was due on Monday. And he really was a little bit sniffly.    Ms. Shelby-Ortiz let Group Howler Monkey delay their report until that Friday, and it did seem as though he had plenty of time to get it together, but Friday came really fast and Richard still wasn’t ready. The group had to present their report without the part about the habitat of the howler monkey.    Ms. Shelby-Ortiz said she’d give him until Monday. Monday came really fast, too.    Now it’s Friday and she clearly hasn’t forgotten about the presentation. “I’m sorry, Richard,” she says. “You’ve not been doing your best work in other areas as well.” She runs her finger down her grade-book page and stops at his name. “Oh my,” she says under her breath as she moves her finger across the page, stopping every few moments to tsk-tsk to herself. She turns a few more pages, finds his name again, then runs her finger across that one. Every once in a while she shakes her head slowly. And sadly. “These spelling grades are not good. And your math quizzes . . . I know you can do better.”    Richard looks down again but hears Ms. Shelby-Ortiz open her drawer. He glances up to see her with that scary pad in front of her, the one for requesting that a parent or guardian come in for a conference. She begins to write on it.    Quickly, Richard starts making some calculations. If he brings the note home that day and gives it to his parents, there goes his weekend. There goes Gregory Johnson’s skateboard party next Saturday. There goes lounging around, watching TV and playing video games, and practicing his flat-ground Ollie, his favorite skateboard trick. And here comes a miserable weekend, with extra chores designed to make him learn responsibility and provide him with the opportunity to think about his bad choices. He doesn’t want a weekend of chores and thinking about how he can do better. What kid would? No—it would be better to hold off on giving that note to his parents as loooong as possible. Yeah, he thinks. That’s just what he’s going to do.“So that’s what I’m going to do,” he tells Gavin on the way home from school.    “But, Richard, why didn’t you just do the report? Wouldn’t that have been easier?”    “Yeah. And I meant to do it. I really did. But then I got busy, and before I knew it, it was Sunday night.”    “But didn’t Ms. S. give your group extra time? Why didn’t you get it done then?”    “I know, I know. I meant to.”    Gavin looks at him and shakes his head. “I hope that works for you.”    Richard changes the subject. “Gregory Johnson’s skateboard party is a week from Saturday, and wait till you see what I’m going to do! It’s going to be awesome.”    “What are you going to do?”    “It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” He doesn’t know why he’s sounding so confident. He’s planning on doing a flat-ground Ollie over a crate, which is really hard. He’s never done one before. But he’s got it down pat without a crate, so he should be able to do it over a crate, right? At least that’s what he tells himself.    They part when they reach Fulton, Richard’s street. Gavin goes on to his own street, Willow Avenue.As soon as Richard walks through the front door, Darnell appears out of nowhere and gives him a punch on the arm. Darnell, who’s in fifth grade, is always doing things like that. But Richard doesn’t really care. It’s Friday and it’s going to be an awesome weekend. He tries to punch Darnell back, but his brother dances out of the way, laughs, and then runs upstairs. That’s okay. He’ll get Darnell—when he least expects it. They share the same room, so there will be plenty of opportunity.    Richard has two other brothers: Jamal, who’s in seventh grade, and Roland, who’s a ninth-grader. They drive their mom nuts with all the noise and wrestling and play fighting and arguments over chores and video games. Sometimes she goes into her room to escape with a book just to “restore my sanity,” as she puts it. Then it’s great because it’s just the guys—his dad included.    On Fridays during basketball season, Richard’s mom retreats to her room with a book and Richard’s dad orders an extra-large pizza. All the guys sit around and watch the game together and then shoot hoops in the driveway at halftime. Fridays are great. Who needs to think about that dumb note from Ms. Shelby-Ortiz when you’re in the middle of having a great time on a Friday night? wonders Richard. He thinks of the note, tucked away in his backpack, for a few seconds, but then he puts it right out of his mind. It’s Friday night.

Editorial Reviews

A welcome series addition that emphasizes familiarity instead of difference and treats its message with an affectionately light hand." -Kirkus "Lots of kids will recognize themselves in this book? and teachers and librarians will be happy to have a series to recommend that stars a realistic, likable boy of color." -Horn Book Magazine "This is a consistently fun read, complete with endearing characters, charming spot illustrations, and satisfying resolutions. Furthermore, it is a much needed story in which African American boys can see themselves visually and textually reflected in a positive light, completely free of the usual tropes of multicultural literature." -Booklist "The warm details of Richard's African-American family are tempered by the realism of life with a bunch of boisterous boys? English continues to earn her place as one of the most reliable early-grade authors, and readers who haven't discovered the Carver School kids will find this a satisfying entry point." -Bulletin "