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do everything she could to stay on the superstar’s good side.
    “So, um, er, new girl,” Hesper said as one of her best friends opened an unflavored yogurt carton for her. (Hesper hated getting her hands dirty, and we all know the chances of getting a speck of yogurt on you when you peel back those dreadful foil lids.) “I hear you’re really good at writing reports.”
    “She’s better than good. She’s really, really good,” Elizabeth said as she opened her own unflavored yogurt . . . along with every other girl at the table. It wasn’t much of a lunch, but imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and Hesper definitely liked to be flattered.
    TJ stole a look at Chad, pleased to see he was eating a triple-decker hamburger with everything on it.
    Elizabeth continued. “She’s so good, it’s almost like she has magical powers.” She gave TJ a knowing look, like they had some secret between them. TJ glanced away, pretending not to notice.
    Hesper turned to TJ and smiled her dazzling smile. “Maybe you could give me some pointers on writing a report sometime?”
    TJ gave a shrug. “Sure.”
    “Like tonight?”
    TJ nearly choked on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Tonight?”
    “Yes, I’ve got a history report due, but I have this dreadful hangnail.” Hesper held out her hand. “See?”
    The other girls moved in, taking a closer look, ooh -ing and aah -ing in sympathy.
    With a quiver in her voice, Hesper continued. “And until it heals, I just don’t think I’ll be able to write a single word.”
    “Ooh . . .”
    “Aah . . .”
    “In fact, you may have to write the entire report.”
    TJ fumbled for her milk carton to wash down her sandwich.
    “Do you think you could do that?” Hesper asked, fighting back the tears.
    All the girls at the table turned to TJ, fighting back their own tears.
    TJ swallowed. To say no to Hesper would put her back on the diva’s enemy list. But to write the paper for her would definitely be cheating.
    And yet . . . cheating hadn’t been so hard with Miss Grumpaton. In fact, the old lady seemed pretty impressed.
    TJ watched as a single tear tracked down Hesper’s perfectly made-up cheek. She looked back to the other girls and, you guessed it, saw the same tears on their same cheeks. And although it went against everything she knew was right, TJ finally nodded. “I might be able to help a little, sure.”
    “Yippee!” Hesper cried, throwing her arms around TJ.
    “Yippee!” the other girls cried, throwing their arms around each other.
    “My secretary will call you about the details,” Hesper said, her tear suddenly disappearing as she returned to her yogurt.
    Of course the other girls also returned to their yogurts, chittering and chattering about how lucky TJ was to be able to help Hesper. But the truth was TJ did not feel so lucky. She felt even less lucky when she glanced down at the salt and pepper shakers on the table. Because there, amid the little holes on the top of each shaker, was a set of tiny eyes. One set of tiny eyes that looked exactly like it belonged to Herby, and another set that looked exactly like it belonged to Tuna.
    “Guys,” she whispered, “what are you doing here?”
    The salt and pepper shakers blinked.
    “Are you spying on me?”
    Elizabeth turned from Hesper and asked, “What’s that, TB?”
    “Oh, nothing.” TJ smiled.
    When she was sure it was safe, she turned back to the salt and pepper shakers and demanded, “Go home!”
    More blinking.
    “Go home now !”
    Elizabeth turned back, her smile wilting slightly. “I’m sorry?”
    Again TJ smiled. “Oh . . . no, not you.”
    Elizabeth nodded, looking around the table before returning to Hesper.
    TJ glared back at the boys, but they still refused to answer.
    “All right, fine!” She reached for the saltshaker with one hand and the pepper with the other. “If you won’t go home . . .” She turned them upside down and began to shake.
    “Your Dude-ness!” the