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couch.She figured he could be wrong about this, too.
    But at school, a gigantic poster hanging on the back of the classroom door proved that Harold could be right some of the time.

    Fiona had heard people on TV say that when they got mad they saw red. Just like bulls did when they saw a red cape. Until now, Fiona had wondered if that was real. But the more she looked at Milo’s poster, Fiona was certain. She had the urge to snort and stomp her feet and charge. . . . Did her itchy brain mean that horns were growing?
    It didn’t help that everybody in Mr. Bland’s classroom was talking about joining Milo’s stupid club. Fiona couldn’t figure out why they were suddenly interested in meteorology. They thought that meteorology had to do with outer space before she had set them straight.
    Besides, it was Fiona’s dad, not Milo’s, who was the chief meteorologist at the news station. And it was Fiona, not Milo, who was on TV giving weather reports. Nobody seemed to care about the weather before. But now, all of a sudden, Milo from Minnesota was the weather superstar?
    Fiona didn’t talk to Milo all morning. And Fiona was glad that his books finally came in, because she was all done with sharing.
    â€œThe world has really gone mixed-up,” Fiona said to Cleo in the lunch line. “I feel like a fruit smoothie.”
    Cleo walked up and down the line checking to make sure everybody had their lunchboxes and milk money. “And did you see what his poster says?” Fiona said when Cleo came back to the front of the line. “The part about the costume?”
    Cleo nodded. But Fiona could tell she was more bothered about being line leader. Fiona looked at Milo at the end of the lunch line. He was talking and laughing with Harold and Leila Rad and others.
    She scratched her head. And then she marched right over to him. “What’s the part about ‘no costumes allowed’ supposed to mean?”
    Harold picked at the tip of his nose. “Hi, Fiona.”
    She growled “hi” back and folded her armsacross her chest. “That’s supposed to be about me and my tutu, isn’t it?” she said to Milo.
    Milo shrugged, all innocent-like. And that made Fiona grit her teeth. “Principal Sterling told me after she saw my first weather report on TV that I should start a meteorology club, you know,” she said.

    Milo raised his eyebrows. “So why didn’t you?”
    That stung. “What? Well . . . but . . . you’re only starting this club because you saw me on TV doing the weather.”
    â€œYou’re not the boss of the weather,” said Leila Rad, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her fingertip.
    â€œYeah,” said the other kids.
    â€œBut . . .” said Fiona. Didn’t they see? Milo didn’t care about the weather. The only thing he cared about was making her miserable. Maybe Mom was right, she thought.
    â€œWhy would I start a club just because I saw you on TV?” said Milo.
    And in front of everybody, Fiona said to him, “Because, Milo. Because I think you like me. I think you like -like me. And that’s why you are so mean.”
    Milo’s face got Valentine’s Day red. “You think I like- like you?”
    Fiona nodded. She looked at all of the surprisedfaces around her. Including Milo’s. They started laughing then, and Fiona wondered how she could be so sure of something one minute, and the next minute, what she was so sure of didn’t make any sense at all. “You don’t?”
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    In the front seat of the Bingo Bus, Fiona sat quietly, thinking. Why were grown-ups always giving her bad advice? When Fiona had stage fright, Mrs. Miltenberger told her to picture the audience in their underwear when she felt nervous. But when she tested the experiment on Mr. Bland, her giggles got her sent to the principal’s office.