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Holy crapoly.Was Dr. Wohman right? Am I really beingcopied ?
The stares follow me as I head up the walkway toward the Kingdom of Miles. I haven t seen him since
our showdown at Zilker Park. I didn t want to come to school, and I m really freaked out by everything I
see, so when Miles steps out from behind a brick pillar and says,  Hey! I completely lose it.
 What? I growl, whirling about with an angry stomp.
For a second, gravity takes over his face. His features go slack with surprise and his mouth hangs open a
half inch.  You know, he starts, slowly going back to his rooster pose,  you were a real bitch the other
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day.
 Deal with it! I shout.
 Yeah! A cry comes from somewhere to my left.
I turn and scan the vicinity. Several students have crept closer to tune in to our conversation. A whole
variety pack of them from thugs to theater kids to extrabold band nerds. I can see the top of Drip s
head in the center. I m pretty sure she was the one who hollered.
I feel like I m on display. All this attention goes beyond simply checking out my latest crazy outfit. It s as
if they re all& waiting for something. But what? What do these people want from me?
Suddenly I really do feel sick. Without another word, without even a final glare at Miles, I wheel around
and stomp through the front doors.
Once inside I race to the nearest girls bathroom and shut myself in a stall. My breath is all weak and
gaspy and I have the heart rate of a scared squirrel. I don t understand. What happened? I m the one
wearing Michael Jackson s reject clothes, but everyone else has gone crazy.
I m not sure I can go through with this day.
Noise suddenly fills the room. Through the small crack in the door frame, I see that a whole group of
girls has come in. One of them is sobbing while the others coo and shush at her.
 It s not fair! says the crying one.  It s just so& wrong! She probably doesn t even care about it!
 It should have been you, Sharla.
Sharla? What s she blubbering about? I recognize Caitlyn as one of the cooers.
 Whatever! I don t care! Judging by Sharla s big sniffles and quivery voice, I think shedoes care.  At
least you and Shanna got in.
 When are they announcing it?
 After the bell rings.
Sharla lets out a wail and cries for the next full minute while the others make hushing sounds
 Let s not go to class, okay? Sharla says once she s regained control of her breath.  I swear I ll totally
lose it when they call her name. That bitch!
 Don t worry. Coach Eden will get us out of it.
 She wants us to finish painting the run-through, anyway.
They push open the door and head into the hallway, leaving behind the smell of hair spray and a
high-pitched ringing in the tiles.
At least I m not the only one having a bad day. Sounds like all is not well in the Barbieverse either. I
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start wondering which class they re going to skip out of. Then I realize I don t care. Tears or no tears,
they re the ones who have it easy which is why I usually try to join their ranks.
And of course, I didn t this time, which might be why things are extra screwed-up for me now.
When I walk into Mrs. Minnow s class, Jack is already there. He leaps to his feet as soon as he spots
me, as if my passing through the doorway triggered an eject button on his seat.
 You re here, he says, striding up to me.
 I m here is my stupid reply. I m upset that I m glad to see him. My cheeks go all flushed and I feel a
ghost pain where his arms clutched me the other night. Is it possible he has gotten cuter in the past few
days?
 Where have you been?
 Sick.
 Sorry. His face twists into that ultraconcerned look.  Think it was the gross water?
 Maybe.
 You ve got to give me your phone number. I ve been trying to call you since Sunday. Here. He hands
me a piece of paper and pencil.  Write it down for me.
I hesitate. Phone number equals time with Jack which is the way-wrong answer to my problem.
 I don t have a phone at home. This is not a lie. Even though we are completely set up for phone and
Internet service, my parents still haven t bought a phone. I could give him the number to the shop, but I
don t want to.
Jack looks confused.  Do you have a cell?
I shake my head. This is also not entirely a lie. In a couple of weeks, my cell account will be null and
void.
Just then the late bell rings and it seems to me a beautiful, celestial noise. As Jack cups his hands and
hollers at the others to be quiet, I quickly scurry off to my seat. In another small gesture of pity, the
Universe arranged for Caitlyn, Sharla, and Shanna not to come to class this morning. No doubt off on
their urgent cheerleader mission.
 Psst! A girl a couple of rows over is waving her arms and trying to get my attention while another girl
giggles and whispers in her ear.
I raise my eyebrows in a what s-up stare.
 We re having a party this weekend, she says.  You want to come?
I m too stunned to reply. I don t even know these girls names.
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 Is that one of your disco outfits? asks the giggly one.
 Huh?
 Hey, man! Hey! Hey, you!
I turn around in my chair. A guy diagonally behind me is gesturing with a tabloid-sized newspaper.
 You re that girl! he says.
 What girl?
 The one in the article! [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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