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another one. Who buys brakes from a guy dressed like a genie, rubbing a lamp?
    I picked up the pace on my eating. Thought maybe I could run to the library for some computer time. I haven’t checked the Love and Deception chat boards in days.
    â€œDid you see I had EIGHTEEN comments on my last blog entry?” Bethany asked me.
    I wolfed down the rest of my sandwich in two monstrous bites. I didn’t even eat my Fig Newtons, that’s how desperate I was to get out of there. “That’s great. Uh . . . happy blogging. Bye.”
    â€œThanks!” She smiled her automatic smile. “Peace out, Piper!”
    She speaks in exclamation points. And all those exclamation points made my head hurt. Maybe people use them because of my name. Like it’s naturally perky or something. Maybe when I go to college I’ll rename myself something much more serious, like Eleanor.
    Instead of the library, I went to the nurse’s office to see if I could lie down and get rid of my bam-bam-bamming headache. And even though that dark, little room smells like turkeygravy mixed with VapoRub, it was still better than sitting at that lunch table with all those exclamation points!!
    Besides, Olivia. We have a pact. You know I would never, ever deal with girls like that. I like people who are nice. Like nice for real, not really nice because they are supposed to be. Yes. There is a difference.
    Tell your wise cat, Blinkie, to blink once if he agrees with me: Middle School Lunch stinks.
    BLINK.
    See? Blinkie knows his stuff.
    Peace out,
    Piper!
    Grateful: These boots, the cute rainbow yarn I bought at a yard sale, sounding super smart by using math words like radius , Mom’s baking, and my dad giving me a hug today for no reason.

    SOUPER SATURDAY!
    SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 29
    CLASSES AVAILABLE FROM 10–3
    Come for a day filled with
service, sweets, and serenity!
    PICK TWO OF THE FOLLOWING:
    Blanket Tie for NICU babies
    (hosted by youth group!)
    Hygiene kits for homeless center
    Care packages for the troops
    Freezer dinners for Meals on Wheels
    Delicious soups provided by the activity committee.
    Bring a plate of your favorite cookies
    for our annual cookie swap!
    It’s going to be a SOUPER day!

Chapter 5
Piper,
    Souper (Super) Saturday actually looks like it could be fun. We’ll be together—it’ll be fine. I may even strike up a conversation with someone I don’t know! (I can’t believe that sentence just came out of my pencil. We all know “striking up conversations” isn’t really my thing.)
    But whatever, let’s go. I’ll make those organic cranberry cookies you love—and I’ll cram in a bunch of chocolate chips “to make them go down easier” just like you like ’em!
    I’m sorry you had to spend the rest of lunch in the nurse’s office enduring that turkey gravy/VapoRub smell. I know the smell well. It stinks that you had to sit next to those girls at lunch. And thanks, by the way, for always having my back.
    Honestly, I think the whole Savannah Swanson Incident gave me a disease . . . Social Sickness. Which consists of me COMPLETELY REPELLING PEOPLE.
    Seriously. Whenever I even TRY to start up a conversationwith a fellow middle-schooler it seems to turn into a disaster every single time. It may be due to the fact that I use phrases like “fellow middle-schooler.” (Help. Me.)
    So, for example, this morning when I was at my locker, Tara Long said (to no one in particular), “Oh, darn! I broke my pencil.”
    As luck would have it, I happened to have a finely sharpened extra pencil on me. (Three; I had three finely sharpened extra pencils. Stop laughing.)
    And it would have been the perfect moment for me to say, “You can have mine, Tara.” And we could have carried on from there as we walked side by side down the hall.
    But what came out of my mouth?
    Just a stutter of the word “you.” Which sounds like this: