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was looking for: BOSSMAN. What a joke. I bet that pathetic loser wasn’t the boss of anything but his favorite video game.
    I shut down the browser and lay across the bed. I still wasn’t used to all the things that were different about me now, and I only had a day and a half before I started school on Monday. Like the Transdead Trustee guidelines had said, I hadn’t felt any emotions since I came back, but at least I could still appreciate a good joke. Flo probably hated that.
    Still, I definitely saw things a lot different now. Take my new foster brother for example. Nathan was a nerdy little kid who would’ve gotten on my last nerve when I was Jada, but I kinda liked him as Gwen. He had a great sense of humor that I’m sure most of the kids at school totally didn’t get, and he was really smart. He was always looking at me like I was Wonder Woman, but even that didn’t bug me too much.
    Karen and Brad were both pretty okay too. Sometimes they pushed too much for me to “open up” and talk about my past life, but I managed to convince them it was just too upsetting and I wanted to forget it all and start over. Their house in Coconut Grove was nice. Nothing fancy, but they had plenty of space and all the necessities. I even liked my room with its lack of stupid girly decorations. Not a ruffle or pink lampshade in sight, which made me like Karen even more.
    The whole transdead thing was weird, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought at first. At least I wasn’t grief-stricken from missing anybody. Jada and Gwen probably had that in common if nothing else. I’d never had another real friend after what happened to Cassie, and the guys I’d dated had only been something to keep me from being bored out of my mind. As for my mother, unless her assistant had programmed a reminder into her iPhone, I wasn’t sure she even realized I was gone.
    A knock on the door interrupted my fond memories, so I got up and opened it to Nathan’s adoring face.
    “Hey, Gwen,” he said. “Can I ask you about something?”
    I waved him in. “Sure, Nate. What’s up?”
    He sat in my computer chair and swept his bangs out of his eyes the way he did a thousand times a day. “Why don’t girls care if a guy’s a jerk if he’s a jock or he looks like Taylor Lautner?”
    Oh, the poor kid. I did my best to answer him seriously.
    “Only stupid girls are like that, Nate. You don’t want a stupid girl, do you?”
    He shook his head and stared at his hands in his lap. “No, but I know a couple who seemed smart up until this year.”
    “Anybody in particular?”
    He didn’t look up. “No. Well… maybe.”
    “Look, Nateman.” I knelt on the floor in front of him and held his hands. “If this girl really is smart, she’ll get over her temporary stupidity in a year or so. And if she doesn’t, you’re better off without her. Just be yourself and don’t worry about what anybody thinks. As hard as it is for you to believe, nothing that happens in middle school or high school is gonna matter after you graduate. Right now it might seem like it’s all a big deal, but trust me, it won’t mean a damn thing later on.”
    “Really?” He looked up at me hopefully.
    “Yep.”
    “How do you know that already, Gwen? You’re still in high school.”
    I walked over to look out the window. “Yeah, but I’ve seen enough of the real world to know what a joke all the high school cliques and clubs and crowns are.” I turned to wink at him. “You think I care if anybody’s gonna like me when I go to school on Monday? I’ll probably never see any of them again after high school. Unless I eat at McDonald’s or watch Cops .”
    He laughed. “Yeah, they’ve probably got a hair net with Kirk Simpson’s name on it right now.”
    “Let me guess. Quarterback?”
    He shook his head. “Way too dumb for that. Offensive lineman.”
    “Oh, jeez.” I rolled my eyes. “Does this Kirk dude give you a hard time, or do you just want a building to