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Hannah Smart 3-Book Bundle. Melody Fitzpatrick
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isbn 9781459738188
Автор произведения Melody Fitzpatrick
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия Hannah Smart
Издательство Ingram
“Um … great!” I lie. “Just super! Couldn’t be better!” I try to force a smile, crossing my fingers behind my back.
“Really?” She tilts her head to the side suspiciously.
“Yeah … um … we have tons of bracelets made and you should see our display!”
“How are your sales?”
“Sales? What do you mean exactly?” I pick up a travel brochure with a lighthouse and a lobster on the cover.
“How many Wishbandz have you sold?”
“Well, yesterday was a pretty good day. We sold around ten.”
“Yeah, you told me that. How about today?”
“Um … today was fine,” I say, squeezing my crossed fingers a little tighter. “Are we planning a trip this summer?” I smile, holding up the travel guide.
“Hannah, are you avoiding my question? As an investor, I think I have a right to know how the business is going.”
I fib again. “It’s going fine.”
“So, how many Wishbandz have you sold so far?”
“Um … well … if I add them all together, um … it would be about ten so far.” I bite my lip.
“So there were no sales today?” She frowns. “I thought you said you’d have twenty or thirty more sold by now.”
“Well we ran into a tiny obstacle,” I finally admit.
“What kind of obstacle?”
“They shut us down at school.” I look down at my feet.
“Well, why do you need to sell your Wishbandz at school?”
“Where else would we sell them? School is our target market, remember?”
“Well, looks like your target market doesn’t care where you sell your Wishbandz as long as you are selling them.” She points to her iPad and taps on the screen. “Look! You must have forty messages here, and for once they’re not all from Rachel.”
I plunk myself down in the chair and grab the iPad. She’s right. It’s not over yet!
Just then, the phone rings.
“Have you checked your messages?” Rachel squeals.
“Yeah, just checking them now,” I say.
“They want our Wishbandz, Hannah!”
“Yeah, I know!”
“I don’t understand it, though. I mean, how did all of these people get our contact info?”
“Well, I … um …” I stammer.
“What did you do?”
“I probably shouldn’t have, but I was so ticked off with Scarlett, on the way out of the school, I tacked one of our Wishbandz on the bulletin board.”
“And?” Rachel says.
“And a little poster with our email addresses on it.”
“How little?” Rachel asks.
I laugh nervously. “It was just a piece of bristol board.”
“Bristol board?”
“Well, I wanted it to be noticeable.”
“I hope Scarlett didn’t see it,” Rachel says.
“Who cares about Scarlett? What do you think of all these orders?”
“Awesome,” she answers, “but we still need a place to sell the Wishbandz. Let’s be realistic; I just can’t see all of these kids getting rides to our homes just to buy bracelets.”
Looking through my messages, I realize she’s probably right; most of these kids are bus students, and some of them don’t even go to our school.
“Hey, did you get anything from Mrs. Harris?” I ask.
“I’ll check,” she says, pausing for a second. “Yeah, I got a message. You got one too?”
“Yeah, I did,” I say, suddenly feeling weak. “Maybe she saw the poster.”
“Or maybe Scarlett saw it and found some stupid rule to get us suspended.”
“Suspended!” I cry.
“Hannah, you put up a poster at the school after we were told explicitly not to sell at school. Right?”
“Well, why don’t I just read it,” I say, clicking the message.
Hi there, Hannah and Rachel. Please stop into the office tomorrow morning before the bell so that I can return your bracelet, which I found hanging from a very large, neon green poster on our school’s front lobby bulletin board today. As we discussed, it is not permissible for students to sell goods for personal profit on school property during school hours. That being said, I am very pleased with your efforts. Your bracelets are very lovely and quite unique. In all honesty, if it were up to me, I would have no issue with you selling your Wishbandz on school property. Regrettably, it’s not my decision, and as another student pointed out, rules are rules. It is my sincere wish that this setback does not discourage you completely. I’m sure both of you, being as smart and innovative as you are, will figure something out. Good luck and all the best!
Mrs. Harris
P.S. I’d like to pre-order 17 Wishbandz, any design is fine as long as they are suitable for a male or a female. Please let me know when and where I can pick them up, off of school property of course.
“Hannah,” Mom pops her head in the door, “Can you pass me that travel brochure off of the pile of mail on the desk?”
As I pick it up, I notice something underneath — something very interesting. It’s a flyer. Suddenly, the solution is staring right at me.
“Rachel, did you ever hear about Christmas in October?”
“Yeah, sure! It’s that craft show they have in our gym every fall.”
“Rachel!” I say laughing. “This is the answer to our prayers! This is where we’re gonna sell our bracelets.”
* * *
Over the next week, we somehow manage to make over three hundred Wishbandz, not just for kids, but for whole hockey teams, for a church choir, for all the cashiers at the grocery store … the list goes on and on. We send messages to everyone telling them we will be selling our Wishbandz for one night only at the Christmas in October Craft Fair.
The week flies by and before we know it, it’s the big night. We haven’t even finished setting up, when people start throwing money at us, trying to get first dibs on our bracelets. By the end of the evening, we manage to sell every one of our Wishbandz and we could’ve sold a lot more. The best and most exciting thing that happens, though, is not selling our very last bracelet, or counting up all of our profits, or finding out that we have more than enough money to buy our Josh Taylor tickets; it’s meeting a Channel 7 news reporter who tells us that she is doing a TV news story on young entrepreneurs, and that she wants us to be a part of it! Of course, I agree for both of us right away (I mean, who wouldn’t) and within minutes the camera is rolling and Rachel and I are being interviewed. Eeeeeek!
* * *
“We’re here this evening with two local, young entrepreneurs, Rachel Carter and Hannah Smart,” the smiling reporter, Maria, says to the camera.