Look out Wall Street—Lindy Sachs is about to make some serious cash. A twelve-year-old takes on the stock market in this money-minded middle grade novel.
It all starts when seventh grader Lindy Sachs is granted $100 and access to her father’s online trading account as a way to alleviate her boredom while she’s home sick from school.
Lindy learns something immediately—she is very, very good at e-trading. Her $100 becomes $200. Then $400. And more. With trading talent and access to her parents’ savings, the opportunity to make some real dough is too tempting to pass up. In fact, given how well Lindy’s stocks are doing, it would be a disservice to not invest it all… Right?
The Short Seller Chapter 1 Sweet Spot Lindy yawned and weighed the options on the table. She could start her homework, or she could start eating her plate of warm minicookies. Like there was even a choice. She stacked two of the cookies and bit into them together.
“Double-decker,” Howe said. “You should eat one at a time so they last longer.”
“Nah,” said Lindy. She sucked a blob of melted chocolate off her finger. “That’s no fun.”
Howe slid into the booth opposite her and looked upside down at the books spread across the table. He barely even glanced at Lindy’s plate of cookies, which didn’t surprise Lindy but still amazed her. Somehow his dad being a baker had made Howe immune to the allure of sweets. Lindy thought if her dad worked at the Sweet Escape, she’d eat nothing but dessert.
“Are you ready for the math test on Friday?” Howe asked.
“Ugh, of course not.” Lindy laid her head on her arm. “Steph’s going to help me when she gets here. You should sit with us too. I can use all the help I can get.”
Howe didn’t try to hide his dislike for Steph. “I have to help my dad,” he said, nodding toward the counter. “But if you have questions, you can call me later.”
Lindy lifted her head, looked at her math book, and ate her third cookie. “Expect a call.”
The door chimed as it opened, and Howe slid out of the booth, which meant it was Steph who’d entered. She was decked out in winter gear, including gloves, scarf, hat, and long, puffy coat. The hood of her coat was up too, creating a spaceman-effect with just her eyes and nose visible. Her family used to live in Arizona, where it was always warm, so they prepared for the New Jersey winter the way they would a trip to Antarctica. Lindy knew Steph didn’t wear all the layers just for warmth, either. She had never owned a coat or any winter accessories before moving, so now, three years later, the novelty still hadn’t worn off.
“Hey, Lindy!” Steph said as she began removing layers. “Hello, Howard.”
“Hey,” Howe said. He stuffed his hands into the sleeves of his gray Windbreaker, his only jacket, no matter the weather. “I have to go help my dad. Later, Lind.”
Steph slid into the booth, piled her clothes next to her, and shook out her long brown hair. “Why does he always leave when I arrive?”
“Maybe because you call him Howard. He hates that name.”
Steph smiled. “That’s why I call him it.” She helped herself to one of Lindy’s cookies. “I stopped next door and picked up the new Teen Power,” she said. “It’s got five pages of quizzes.”
“Let me see,” Lindy said. She and Steph were suckers for quizzes. They liked ones that promised to predict your future, but even better were ones that claimed to interpret the present. “ ‘Are You Too Stressed?’ ” Lindy read. “If the answer is yes, do you think my mom will let me stop doing chores?”
“Probably not. Parents never appreciate the truth of magazine quiz results.”
“ ‘What’s the Best Hat for Your Face’s Shape?’ ”
“Ooh,” said Steph. “What do they suggest for a heart-shaped face? That’s what I have.”
Lindy looked at her friend and realized that her face was kind of shaped like a heart, with her center-parted hair forming the perfect bumps at the top.
“What shape is my face?” she asked Steph.
Steph didn’t even need to consider. “Oval.”
“And Howe’s?” Lindy asked.
Lindy looked at him behind the counter and saw that Steph was right. His face was round, while her own was longer. Clearly, Steph had given this some thought before. “Impressive,” she said. She went back to the magazine. “ ‘Who’s Your Celebrity Twin?’ I hope those answers are better than ‘What Is Your Spirit Animal?’ ”
“Shh!” Steph said, grabbing the magazine back from Lindy. “We promised to never speak of our spirit animals.”
It was true; the results were too humiliating. Steph’s was a sperm whale, which was embarrassing on multiple levels, and Lindy’s was a bull, which Lindy thought was exactly that.
“Here we go,” Steph said. “ ‘Are You Really Best Friends?’ ”
“We know the answer to that,” said Lindy. “How about ‘Will You Be Able to Do a Triple Axel Next Week?’ ” she said. She and Steph were starting ice-skating lessons next week, and they’d taken to trying triple Axels in their living rooms, in the hallway at school, and even as they walked down the street.
“We know the answer to that!” Steph said. “We’re going to be naturals.”
“Okay, then,” said Lindy. “Do they have ‘Are You Going to Pass the Math Test on Friday?’ ” She frowned. “I think I know the answer to that, too.”
Steph sighed and put the magazine away. “All right,” she said. “Let’s work on the homework.”
But the minute Steph started talking through the first problem, Lindy began to lose focus. Something about numbers just made her zone out. She tried to concentrate, but she found herself wishing she could lie down right there in the booth and fall asleep.
Lindy blinked. Howe was standing at the side of the table, and he was holding a paper plate full of chocolate-chip cookies that were a deep brown.
“Do you want these?” he asked. “This whole tray got kind of burnt, and my dad was going to throw them away, but he said you could have them if you want.”
“We don’t need your cast-off cookies, Howard,” said Steph.
“I wasn’t offering you,” Howe said. “I was offering Lindy.”
Lindy looked at the cookies. “Thanks,” she said, “but that’s okay.”
Steph smiled sweetly, but Howe just stared at Lindy. “Are you okay, Lind?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m just really tired for some reason.”
“Too tired for free cookies?” Howe said.
“No one wants your burnt cookies, Howard,” said Steph.
Lindy rubbed her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to them argue, and she certainly wasn’t in the mood to focus on homework. “I think I’m going to go home. I’ll call you guys later.”
Steph pouted. “You’re just going to leave me here?” she said.
“Leave you here, in the Sweet Escape, surrounded by deliciousness?” Lindy laughed as she filled her backpack. “I think you’ll survive.”
On her way out, she held the door open for Cassie, another girl from their class, and they smiled at each other.
“Hey, Cassie,” Lindy heard Howe say. “Do you want these cookies? They’re a little burnt, but you can have them for free.”
Elissa Brent Weissman is the author of The Short Seller, Nerd Camp, Nerd Camp 2.0, Standing for Socks, The Trouble with Mark Hopper, and the editor of Our Story Begins. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland. Visit her at EBWeissman.com.
"What a fun novel and a great way to get kids excited about the power of math in the real world! The protagonist, Lindy, evolves from math-phobic child to stock market whiz kid, learning that math is much more than a class at school; it's key to making money. All of this in a book that is fun and energetic and filled with relatable characters. Inspiring kids to see the value in math is one of my passions, and Elissa Brent Weissman has hit the nail on the head with The Short Seller."
– Danica McKellar, actress and New York Times Bestselling author (Math Doesn't Suck, Kiss My Math)