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Ms. Pitt surveyed the room, barely scanning my obviously desperate face. Nothing was registering with Ms. Pitt.
    â€œThat’s what I wanted to talk to you about—”
    â€œYou’re not sick?”
    â€œWell, no—”
    â€œNo family tragedy or anything?”
    â€œNo.” She was so impossible!
    â€œThen it can wait until after class when I am more than available.” She smiled at me and gestured for me to take my seat.
    How could anyone be more clueless??
    I walked back to my seat like I was being led to my lethal injection. Soup, who sits in front of me, saw my state and said, “Dead man walking!” Soup thought this was hilarious.
    â€œNot funny.” I put my head down on my desk.
    â€œI shouldn’t be talking to you, anyway. You have GOT to learn how to chill—”
    Ms. Pitt gestured “shhh” to Soup, and the school announcements began over the PA. She pointed to the speaker on the wall, indicating its grave importance. I failed to see why information about book drives and cafeteria lunch specials were that essential.
    â€œGood morning, fellow Mustangs, this is your Student Council President, Kaya Tisch, with some biiiiig news!” Kaya Tisch was so over the top, she even made sunny Milly Albright seem like Buzzkill Betty.
    Let me tell ya, Kaya Tisch was not even vaguely disappointed with the junior high experience. Not in the slightest. She was vibrating with glee and joy and profound enthusiasm. She was a walking rainbow.
    â€œTonight is a Burroughs Junior High first, and I am SO psyched to tell you about it now! And believe me, there was some SERIOUS arm-twisting behind the scenes to get this to happen, but when I ran for Student Council President I promised I would deliver FUN, NEW activities for the school, and Kaya Tisch is DELIVERING on her campaign promise!”
    I couldn’t take it. Maybe I was already dead and this was officially hell.
    â€œSo! Let me get RIGHT to it!”
    â€œWe’re waiting….” Soup said, and I had to nearly smile. Nearly.
    â€œSurprise! Tonight is the inaugural I-Hate-Mondays DANCE! It’s the first dance EVER in the history of the school on a MONDAY!” Kaya might explode from glee. “Because if you hate Mondays like I hate Mondays, then we ALL deserve a big change of pace! It is going to be SO cool!”
    Maybe Zane can ask Tatum to chaperone, I thought bitterly to myself as I stared over at his sublime profile. God, the way he was studying a pencil was beautiful.
    â€œOh, joy. I’ve always wanted to celebrate Monday ,” Nan noted darkly. Despite Nan’s snarky comment, the class seemed to buzz with a low-grade excitement. I had to hand it to Kaya—an impromptu Monday-night dance was different. And…what if Zane wanted to talk about Tatum more at the dance? At least we’d be talking, right?
    â€œSo we’ll see you all there in the school cafeteria, eight P.M . TONIGHT!” You’d think Kaya had single-handedly coordinated Middle East peace.
    Ms. Pitt stepped forward to quell the hubbub. “All right, class, all right. Let’s all settle down, we’ve got a lot to tackle this morning.”
    Right, like my total downfall.
    â€œWe’ve got to get right to our To Kill a Mockingbird oral presentations if we’re to get through them all. I so look forward to your thoughts and what you have to share with the class,” said Ms. Pitt. “To start the day, I’d also like to share a review I found this weekend from The Washington Post , which originally ran about this transcendent book.” Ms. Pitt paused for dramatic effect. “‘A hundred pounds of sermons of tolerance will weigh far less in the scale of enlightenment than a mere 18 ounces of new fiction bearing the title To Kill a Mockingbird.’” Ms. Pitt paused and placed a handon her heart, suggesting to what degree she was moved. (Which was big-time,