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funny.”
    â€œI’m fine,” she said quickly. “Fine.” Her voice sounded funny: tight and anxious.
    â€œYou don’t sound fine.”
    â€œWell, I am.” She turned away from me. “Drop it, okay?”
    I pulled back, feeling a bit hurt. “Sorry.”
    The door opened, and Mrs. Goldstein stepped back into the room. “I’ll be taking the class for the remainder of the morning,” she said.
    By lunchtime it was snowing and windy. You might think that arctic conditions would be a reason to stay indoors, but according to Mrs. Goldstein, twenty degrees below zero wasn’t cold enough for that. Everyone was whispering to each other, buzzing with questions and gossip as we funneled down the hall. He was drunk , I heard someone whisper. Mrs. Goldstein was sniffing that puddle around his travel mug .
    I could believe it. Actually, it would explain a lot. But I had something else to think about, something no one else had seen: the strange look on Victoria’s face while it had all been happening.
    I grabbed her elbow. “Hey, come with me?”
    â€œOkay.” She shrugged on her jacket, tugged a striped wool hat over her hair and followed me outside.
    The air was basically vaporized ice. “This is abusive,” I muttered, trying to take shallow breaths. “The teachers all get to sit in the staff room. I swear, even my lungs are getting frostbite.” There was a sheltered alcove beside the stairs, and we huddled inside it, but even out of the wind it was bitterly cold. And of course, today had to be the day I forgot my gloves.
    We tucked ourselves into the corner and sat down on a piece of cardboard. It did nothing to stop the cold ground from sucking every last bit of heat out of my body. I pulled my knees up to my chest. Now that I was sitting here with Victoria, it seemed a bit silly to think she somehow had something to do with what happened in class. I didn’t know why she’d had that weird look on her face, but probably she’d just had a headache or something.
    It hadn’t looked like a headache though. It had looked like she was concentrating. Like she was doing something.
    â€œBrrrr!” Victoria said, wrapping her arms around herself. “It is soooo cold!”
    â€œNo kidding.” I pushed my thoughts aside, looked at her and laughed. “Brrrrr!” I mimicked.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?”
    â€œI don’t know. Brrrr. It sounded funny. Like something my mother would say.”
    She laughed too. “Brrrr!”
    It felt good to laugh with someone. Actually, it felt better than good. So probably I shouldn’t wreck it by asking her if she’d done something in class. Something impossible. Definitely I shouldn’t. She’d think everyone was right about me. Crazy Cathidy Thilver.
    But I couldn’t get it out of my head.
    â€œThat was pretty wild, huh?” I ventured. “McMaran losing it like that?”
    Victoria’s forehead creased and she stared at the ground for a moment. “I hate bullies,” she said, so softly that I had to lean toward her to hear.
    â€œYeah, sure. Me too.” I caught my breath. “Victoria?”
    Her face was closed off, warning me not to pry. But I had to know. I gave her a challenging look. “So?”
    â€œSo what?” She didn’t meet my eyes.
    â€œVictoria! Come on. You can tell me.” I didn’t want to say what I thought—it sounded too weird—but I was sure I was right.
    â€œTell you what?”
    I leaned toward her. “Look, I know this sounds crazy but, well, I saw you! You—you made it all happen somehow.”
    Victoria’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. She shook her head. “Cassidy, don’t say anymore, okay? Please? Just forget it.”
    She wasn’t denying it, and that was as good as admitting it, as far as I was concerned. “So you did do it! I knew it! That is so