She looked up at me with wide, surprised eyes. “Look out, asshole,” she said without flinching. Or stop him.īut she just rolled her eyes and pulled her arm out of the way an instant before his Eckos pounded down right beside her head. “Hey!” I yelled, pushing past a guy in front of me. He was looking back over his shoulder, so there was no chance he would see her before he ran right over the top of her. Then I realized he was running straight at the girl on the floor. “Watch it, jerk!” I muttered, not quite loud enough for anyone to hear. He pushed a few people out of his way, veering to the side and clipping me with his shoulder before I could move away. Maybe this school wasn’t all bad.Ī guy came tearing around the corner clutching a bright pink backpack that I had a sneaking suspicion was not his. I tilted my head to get a better look at her legs. The girl and her bubble were lying on the floor. But the bubble didn’t pop-she did that thing where you suck all the air back into your mouth, and the bubble deflated into a little pink heap.

It was one of those huge bubbles you just know is going to pop and cover the girl’s face, and she’ll shriek and yell and whine that her makeup is ruined, blah, blah, blah. The first thing I saw was the pink bubble gum, four feet lower than it should have been, inches above the ground, framed by a set of perfectly painted lips. I backtracked, trying to stay out of the way of the stream of students, and finally found the right corner. I was pretty sure my assigned locker was on this floor, but I must have taken a wrong turn out of the office. I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand and then up at the rows of lockers. I tried to make the case that it was the middle of the school year and transferring credits was going to be a nightmare, but apparently private schools are more interested in bank-account numbers than GPAs. Yeah, I agreed to it in the beginning, but how many of Dad’s ideas ever came to fruition? What started out as an idea my dad had six months ago to move us all from Phoenix to Cali had morphed into an exciting but unlikely adventure three months later, and then a nightmare when I literally came home from school and the SOLD sign was up on our house.

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