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hear him, we sang a few bars of the song “Anything Goes” together.
    The world has gone mad today
    And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes.

    The next night, I called Pinky on his cell to make sure he was okay and that his father hadn’t done anything crazy. When I got no response I texted him several times, sent him a message on Facebook, and then finally called his home phone. His stepmother answered. She was super polite with me, but firm. She said Pinky couldn’t speak to me, and I should not try contacting him anymore. I was so stunned I didn’t even ask her why. I just said “Okay” and then I hung up.
    I sat down and wrote Pinky a long letter telling him what had happened, because I knew he knew nothing about it and was probably being held hostage by his father or something. I hardly slept all night.
    The next day at school, I gave Pinky the letter. He took it from me without saying anything and then acted as though he was late for class, which he was not because the bell hadn’t even rung yet.
    At lunch, he gave me a letter back; it was written on lined paper that had been torn from a spiral notebook and though the writing was nearly illegible, I could make out every word. It said that I was a fairy, a weak person and maybe didn’t even deserve to live.

    This was devastating news. The worst part of it was that I felt so utterly alone. There was no one in whom I could confide. Katie and Zac had always been jealous of my friendship with Pinky, and they probably would celebrate the fact that Pinky was finally out of the picture. Dad was away on business, and besides, he wouldn’t have understood the problem. And Mom? She would have told me that maybe Pinky wasn’t as good a friend as I had thought he was and then suggested that I put the whole thing behind me, call up Zac, and invite him for a sleepover like old times. How could I have told her what was really in my heart? What could she have said if I told her that I didn’t want old times or that I wanted Pinky? What nobody could understand, what I could hardly understand myself, was that the one person I wanted to talk to about all this was Pinky. And that just wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t exactly walk up to him at school and ask him the one thing I was dying to know—did this mean that he and I were not best friends anymore? Is that what he was trying to tell me? What had I done wrong?

Seven
    I broke down and told Katie Quinn what happened between Pinky and me, which is to say that I told her that I didn’t know what happened between Pinky and me or why he had stopped talking to me. She mentioned that she overheard some of his friends talking about me behind my back.
    â€œWhat’d they say?” I asked her.
    â€œI shouldn’t say,”
    â€œTell me,” I pleaded. “I should know.”
    â€œYou don’t want to know.”
    â€œKatie, please. Whatever they said can’t be worse than what I’m imagining in my head right now.”
    â€œOkay. So the guys were saying you walk like a girl.”
    Let me just say that this was so much worse than anything that I could have ever imagined in my head. In fact, I felt as though I could have killed myself over this. Naturally, I denied it. I told Katie that I did not walk anything like a girl. I did not! She gave me a sad smile, and then I heard myself saying, “Wait. Do you think I walk like a girl?”
    â€œNo,” was her response, “of course not.”
    I suggested that the best way to prove that we were both right was to give her a demonstration. Bad move. When I was finished, I turned around and I could tell by the look on her face that something was wrong.
    â€œWhat?” I