**A Diary Entry: Stop Whining, Start Doing** I heard Mrs. Jenkins’ voice booming through the hallway
Marina Stephens stood by the kitchen window, watching a battered old Rover pull into the driveway.
Margaret Whitman stood by the kitchen window, watching a battered Ford Focus pull into the driveway.
The suitcases arrived first. “You must be mad! Where on earth am I supposed to put all this?!”
“Stop Whinging—Just Do It” A loud voice echoed down the hallway. “Emily, for goodness’
“Bloody hell, Dennis! That’s my room!” Peter Collins stood in the doorway, keys clenched
“No, William! Absolutely not!” Harriet slammed her fist onto the table, making the teacups rattle in
The Fatal Ski Trail The wheels of the country train clattered cheerfully along the rails. Towering pines
The door burst open with a clatter of suitcases. “Are you out of your mind?” Margaret shouted
“No, William! That’s final!” Charlotte slammed her fist on the table, rattling the