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here?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Wendy replied. “But get it out of here. Please!” She hoped her brother wouldn’t act like a jerk, for a change.
    â€œNo problem,” Brad said. He crossed to the mouse and picked it up by the tail. Wendy’s eyes widened as she watched him lift it to his face. Brad opened his mouth as if he was going to pop it in. “Yum!” Brad said, smacking his lips. “Mousie for breakfast!”
    Wendy shrieked. “Gross!” she shouted.
    He dangled the mouse in front of her. “You didn’t really think I was going to eat it, did you?” he teased.
    Wendy glared at him in disgust. Brothers.
    Brad laughed, then headed back out to the hallway carrying the dead mouse. “Meet you downstairs,” he called over his shoulder.
    *  *  *
    â€œReady for the gymnastics tryouts tomorrow?” Tina asked Wendy. They were changing from their leotards after Gymnastics Club.
    â€œI’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” Wendy answered. She gave her combination lock a final turn and yanked open the locker.
    â€œYou’re really good,” Tina assured her. “I think you should make the team.”
    â€œGosh, Wendy, I didn’t know you had a fan club,” said a familiar voice.
    Wendy spun around. Nancy stood right behind her. Sneering, as usual. Suddenly Nancy reached past Wendy into the locker. “Well, look what I found,” Nancy announced, holding up Wendy’s blue T-shirt. “Anyone lose something?”
    â€œHey!” Wendy cried. “Give me that!”
    â€œWho could this belong to?” Nancy went on. She laid the T-shirt across her chest, revealing the orange cat on the front. “Now, who would want such an ugly cat on the front of her shirt?”
    â€œCut it out, Nancy!” Tina yelled.
    â€œGive me my shirt!” Wendy grabbed for the T-shirt. But Nancy stepped back and jerked it out of reach.
    â€œDon’t you ever wear anything but cat clothes?” Nancy waved the blue shirt over her head.
    Wendy’s face felt hot with anger. She could sense that all the other girls in the locker room were watching her. “Give it to me now!” Wendy shouted. She lunged at Nancy.
    Nancy gave a fake shriek. “Oooh, don’t scratch me, kitty!” she cried. “I’ll give it back.” She wrinkled her nose and held the shirt in two fingers, as if it smelled. Then she flung it backward over her head. Right into the shower area. It landed in a puddle of water. “Whoops,” Nancy said. “Too bad. I hear cats hate water.” She laughed. Most of the other girls laughed, too. Then Nancy spun around and headed for the exit.
    â€œYou’re going to get it, Nancy!” Tina yelled after her.
    Wendy picked up the shirt, fighting back tears. Why is Nancy always so mean to me? she thought. What have I ever done to her?
    â€œCome on, let’s just go,” Tina said. “We won’t let her ruin our Friday night!”
    Wendy borrowed a dry shirt from Tina, and they left the school. They always had a sleepover on Friday night. This week they were staying at Tina’s house. Tina’s mom always gave them hot chocolate and cookies before bed. Finally Wendy began to cheer up.
    *  *  *
    â€œLook at that cheetah!” Wendy exclaimed. “I can’t believe anything could run so fast!”
    â€œAwesome!” Tina said. “But my favorites are the tigers. They’re coming up in just a minute.”
    The girls were working on a school project about the big cats. They lay on the leather sofa in the family room, watching a new nature video.
    Tina’s parents had already gone to sleep. Wendy and Tina were both in their pajamas. The best part about sleepovers at Tina’s was that her parents let them stay up as late as they wanted. “As long as you let the rest of us get our beauty sleep,” Tina’s dad would