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felt a little more brave now that I knew she wasn’t mad at me.
    She looked at me very serious again, and I got back to being worried.
    â€œI need advice,” she said.
    â€œI’ve never been the new kid before,” I said.
    â€œI have, tons of times,” she said. “I don’t need advice on that.”
    â€œOh,” I said. Then I got very, extremely excited, because I was just dying to give some advice. My favorite TV show is It’s Me or the Dog, which stars Victoria, who is always giving people advice about their dogs. I also like it when me and my Grandmother Smith read Dear Abby letters from the newspaper. We try to figure out what we would tell the person before we see what Abby has to say. But before I could find out more, the bell rang and recess was over.
    By the time lunch finally came I could barely wait to talk to Erin. When we were washing our hands, Rosemary T. told Erin that she should sit with us at lunch, which was pretty nice. Rosemary T. isn’t the best at including everybody. It might mean I’d have to wait a little longer to hear about the advice Erin needed, but maybe she wasn’t feeling so private about it anymore. She might talk about it in front of other people now.
    The line for milk moved very slow. When I finally headed to our table, there was a chair saved for me next to Rosemary T. At least I thought it was saved for me, but when I got there Rosemary T. said: “Sorry, Cinderella. We promised to save a place for Erin.”
    â€œOh. Okay.” I walked over to the other table. “Is this seat saved?” I asked Hilary. We were best friends in kindergarten, but we hadn’t been in the same classroom since.
    â€œNo,” she said. “Go ahead.”
    â€œThanks.” I sat down and tried to listen to Hilary and Katie talk about a video with two dogs and a cat in it. Usually I would have loved to hear all about it, but my insides were hurting like the dickens, so much that I couldn’t pay attention. The lunchroom was noisy, but even though I was in the middle of a super crowded table and a super crowded room, I felt alone. I chewed and tried to swallow and blink-blink-blinked my eyes. There was no way I was going to cry right then and there. No way with a capital N .

    â€œErin! Erin!” Rosemary T. yelled, and waved to her. Erin had just made it through the lunch line. She headed over to Rosemary T.’s table and was about to sit down; but then she looked around, saw where I was sitting, and headed over.

    She sat right down next to me and didn’t ask if any places were saved or anything.
    The alone feeling started to go away, and I could swallow again.
    â€œWhat’s for lunch?” I hardly ever got to buy lunch, so I was very interested.
    â€œCheese pizza and pears and green beans,” she said.
    â€œYum and yum and yuck,” I said.
    â€œWhat?” she asked, and then she got it. “Oh yeah. Yum and yum and yuck.”
    â€œSo what do you need advice on?” I whispered, in case she was still feeling private.
    â€œOn wicked stepsisters,” she whispered back.
    â€œHmm,” I said, very surprised.
    â€œYou know about them, right,” she whispered, “because of your name.”
    â€œHmm,” I said one more time.
    â€œBecause I’m about to get two of them, and I really need some expert help.”
    I knew I should tell her that I didn’t know anything about wicked stepsisters and that I really got my name because of my shoe trouble. The thing was, I didn’t want her to get up and go sit with the Rosemarys or anywhere else. I also really liked the idea of giving someone advice, like I mentioned before. I just sat there and thought and thought. I guess I thought a little bit too long though, because Erin got tired of waiting.
    â€œIf you don’t want to help me, just say so,” she said.
    That kind of woke me up. “I want to help you,” I