Bernice Buttman, Model Citizen

by Niki Lenz

Overview

Bernice Buttman is tough, crass, and hilarious, and she just might teach you a thing or two about empathy in this novel for fans of The Great Gilly Hopkins.

When you're a Buttman, the label "bully" comes with the territory, and Bernice lives up to her name. But life as a bully is lonely, and if there's one thing Bernice really wants (even more than becoming a Hollywood stuntwoman), it's a true friend.

After her mom skedaddles and leaves her in a new town with her aunt (who is also a real live nun), Bernice decides to mend her ways and become a model citizen. If her plan works, she just might be able to get herself to Hollywood Hills Stunt Camp! But it's hard to be kind when no one shows you kindness, so a few cheesy pranks may still be up her sleeve. . . .

Get ready to laugh out loud—and maybe even shed a tear—with this fantastic new middle-grade voice!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781524770433
Publisher:	Random House Children's Books
Publication date:	01/26/2021
Pages:	240
Sales rank:	453,962
Product dimensions:	5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range:	8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Niki Lenz lives in Kansas City, Missouri, with her husband and children. She studied elementary education at Southwest Baptist University and taught kindergarten for six years. She enjoys reading, travel, glamping, polka dots, red lipstick, and oldies music. Bernice Buttman, Model Citizen is her first novel. Follow her on Twitter at @NikiRLenz or visit nikilenz.com.

Read an Excerpt

Here are things that I, Bernice Buttman, was awesome at. One: burping the alphabet. Two: blowing up stuff with firecrackers. Three: wearing the teachers and puny kids of Oak Grove Elementary School into nubs. I was less great at knowing what to do with myself at recess.

 

I sat on top of the monkey bars, feeling like a booger on a cheese ball . . . out of place and unwelcome. Kids whirled all around me, talking to their buddies and playing games, but nobody came within arm’s length of me. That was probably real smart. There was only one kid in this whole mess who I didn’t want to clobber.

 

Oliver Stratts stood in a small knot of kids, huddled against the wind. I stared at the back of his curly head while I swung my legs back and forth. Even though Oliver avoided me so he wouldn’t get pounded like the rest of the kids, I had decided I wanted him to be my friend. He was real smart and he always smelled like name—brand laundry detergent and I’d never heard him answer a question wrong. I hoped he could be the first kid to play tag with me at recess and live to tell the tale. But how in blue blazes are you supposed to get someone to like you, anyhow?

 

“Bernice!” My momma’s voice cut across the playground, making my heart yank into my throat. What is she doing here?

 

Momma leaned against the chain link fence, her face pressing through the metal diamonds. “Bernice Buttman, get your raggedy behind over here right this minute!”

 

I felt my face go pink as heads turned to see what the commotion was about. I half fell, half flipped off the top of the monkey bars and jogged past the gawkers, one hand yanking my pants up, my other arm wiping my nose with my sleeve.

 

“What are you doing here?” I hissed as soon as I was close enough to the fence. Momma was wearing pajama pants and slippers, even though it was eleven o’clock.

 

“Imma need my money back,” she said, digging around in her purse for something.

 

“What money?” I scowled.

 

“The money I gave you this morning for your lunch,” she said, as though this made perfect sense.

 

“But I need that money to eat!” I said, very aware of all the kids who were staring and pointing and laughing at that very second.

 

Momma threw her hands in the air as though I was being completely unreasonable. “I don’t know, girl! You’ll figure something out. Now cough up the cash. I gotta put gas in the car and get to my tattoo appointment.”

 

Momma was getting me and my four older brothers’ faces tattooed on her back. That was a whole lot of ugly, let me tell ya. Plus, it was so expensive she was having to shake down her daughter for lunch money.

 

I pushed the two dollar bills through the wires of the fence, just so she’d hurry up and get out of there. She stuffed the money in her pocket and waved, climbing into her clunker and exiting in a puff of smoke.

 

I stood there, clinging to the fence, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. If I turned around and saw just one of those booger—eaters staring, they would be sorry.

 

Sometimes I missed when I was little and all us Buttmans were here at the elementary school together. If anyone messed with me, my big brothers would pound the pudding out of them. Kids learned right from the get—go to leave me alone. And I liked it that way.

 

Mostly.

 

Except for at recess when your mom shows up and steals your cash and is totally embarrassing and you wish you had a friend who would share his lunch with you.

 

It was time to put my plan in action.

 

I pulled the note out of my pocket and smoothed it on my leg. My first version had been scrawled in marker, but I reckoned my handwriting looked too messy, so I’d redone it with letters cut out of a magazine.

 

DEAR OLIVER,

 

DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND?

 

YES OR NO

 

BERNICE

 

I’d wanted it to look fancy, but I think it might have ended up looking like a ransom note. I stared at the back of Oliver’s head again and tried to decide if now was the right time to give him the note.

 

Gina Sullivan laughed her fool head off about something Oliver had said. I took a few steps closer, real stealthy—like, and strained to hear what they were saying.

 

“Did you see how many chins that woman had?” Gina said, loud enough that everyone within half a mile of the school could hear. My stomach suddenly felt cold as ice.

 

That loudmouth girl kept talking. “I’ll betcha Bernice will look just like her when she’s grown.”

 

My hands balled up into fists.

 

Oliver’s voice was quieter, but I still heard him plain as day. “I heard they steal toilet paper from the gas station bathroom.”

 

Not him! The rest of the kids could talk, but not my soon—to—be best friend! My ears filled up with a roaring, and before I had a second to think things through, my feet had marched me right over to the group of snot—nosed fifth graders. The kids went quiet, and Oliver was suddenly very interested in the zipper on his jacket.

 

I grabbed one of his skinny arms and twisted it behind his back. The rest of the kids scattered like roaches in the sunlight.

 

“Ouch!” Oliver squealed.

 

“Come with me,” I said, my voice as sweet as sunshine. “I’ve got a present for you.”

 

“I don’t want a present,” Oliver said, his voice high and wobbly.

 

“Okay, then maybe you’ve got a present for me.” I found the pile of dog doo I’d spotted earlier, and I pushed Oliver’s face right up next to it. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, Oliver. How would you feel about me and you being friends?”

 

“No way!” He tried to squirm out from under me, but I outweighed him by about a million pounds. All I had to do was lean forward a smidge, and his nose would touch poo. It would serve him right for talking bad about me in front of everyone, him being my best friend and all.

 

The little twerp’s voice squeaked, and he talked through gritted teeth. “Oh, gosh! Oh, man. Let me up, Bernice!”

 

“I’ll be glad to. When you say you’ll be my friend.”

 

“Okay, okay, fine,” Oliver whined.

 

The recess bell rang and the other kids, who had been watching us from a safe distance, ran to the redbrick wall to line up. I stood slowly and gave Oliver’s backside one tiny kick, sending him sprawling only one beard—second away from the pile of dookie. (A beard—second is the average length a beard grows in one second. Google it.) He scrambled backward, pinching his nose. “You need Jesus, Buttman! You’re the meanest girl I know!”

 

Maybe I did need Jesus, but at least my stomach wasn’t gonna be grumbling at lunchtime. “Too bad for you, ’cause I’m your new best friend.” I wadded up my friendship invitation and threw it at Oliver’s head. “What did your mom pack me for lunch?”

Editorial Reviews

2020-2021 Texas Bluebonnet Award Master List

"A heartwarming story with plenty of gross-out humor to hook readers." —Booklist Online

"Bernice’s sometimes harsh home conditions and how they contribute to her unkind ways are sensitively portrayed and well balanced with humor and Bernice’s spirited narration." —Publishers Weekly

From the Publisher

11/26/2018
Fifth grader Bernice is a bully and proud of it. She lives in a trailer in Kansas City with her wild but protective older brothers and her mother, who takes lunch money from Bernice for a new tattoo and dreams of being a star. Bernice has her own dreams: to become a stuntwoman and attend a summer stunt camp, and to move beyond her reputation and hot temper to make a true friend. She gets a chance to wipe the slate clean when her mom heads to Hollywood, leaving Bernice in the care of her sister, a Sister, at the abbey where she lives with a small group of quirky nuns—one of them “speaks only in children’s book quotes.” Bernice struggles to change with the help of the nuns, a new friend, and horseback riding and stunt lessons, but when she sees the chance to get money for camp by creating a fake fund-raiser for the abbey, she must decide who she really is. Bernice’s sometimes harsh home conditions and how they contribute to her unkind ways are sensitively portrayed and well balanced with humor and Bernice’s spirited narration. Ages 8–12. Agent: Kate Testerman, KT Literary. (Mar.)

Publishers Weekly

2018-11-12

Fifth-grader Bernice has no friends due to her reputation as a fearsome bully.

She lashes out at everyone, especially those who taunt her and reinforce her vision of herself as fat, ugly, and stupid. But early on readers learn other truths about her. Her four older brothers are out of control, and her mother is completely self-centered and a bully herself. Bernice doesn't even have a real bed in their cramped trailer. The public library is her only sanctuary, and the librarian encourages her to research information on the computer. She dreams of attending a stunt camp and devises a fraudulent story for a funding website, managing to raise a substantial sum—which her mother promptly steals from her to use for her own California dream. Bernice is sent to live with her aunt at St. Drogo's, a tiny church and abbey in the town of Halfway, Texas. Sister Mary Margaret, aka Aunt Josephine, is welcoming and kind, as are the other nuns. Here she is determined to become the New Bernice. There are a few hilarious glitches along the way and one very serious setback, but she makes a friend, learns to ride a horse, and saves the church from closing. Lenz employs several stereotypes in setting and characters—Bernice's family are collectively the cartoon embodiment of "poor white trash"—but Bernice is pragmatic, complex, and compelling, and she has a heart of gold.

Yay for Bernice. (Fiction. 9-12)

Kirkus Reviews