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was a sweet gesture for her first day at her new school. Plus, he’d packed her a football-shaped cookie.
    Corey leaned forward and grinned at Alex. “I can’t believe we haven’t had any classes together yet,” he said. “What do you have next?”
    â€œWhat? Um, I think English, with Ms. Torres?” Alex’s face was scarlet. She’d put her sandwich on the table but hadn’t taken a single bite. “And then math, with Ms. Kerry.”
    â€œOh, awesome—me too! So we’re in two classes together. I heard Ms. Torres is tough.”
    â€œReally?” said Alex. “Well, I’ve already read the first book on the list, Johnny Tremain . Like, twice. So hopefully that will help me. Actually, I’ve already read most of the books on the syllabus.”
    â€œYou already looked up the books on the syllabus?”
    Alex laughed awkwardly. “I just wanted tosee what they read last year. You know, to prepare,” she said.
    Corey nodded. Ava cringed inwardly. Why did Alex become so nervous and weird around guys she liked?
    â€œSo who do you have for English?” Jack asked Ava.
    â€œOh! I don’t know. I forgot my schedule at home and my homeroom teacher didn’t have the right printout. I have time to stop by the office to check—actually, I should probably go do that.” She finished her sandwich hastily.
    â€œI hope it’s Palmer, next period,” said Jack. “I hear it’s a pretty cool class.”
    Ava popped her last carrot stick into her mouth and grabbed her cookie and apple for the road. Then she stood up, waved to the table, and headed for the office, trying not to feel guilty for leaving Alex there alone.
    There was already a line of kids in front of the secretary’s desk when Ava arrived. Good, other kids also forgot or lost their schedules, Ava thought, relieved. Mrs. Gusman, the secretary, hustled the line along, looking information up on her computer and then directing the students where to go.
    â€œHi, can you tell me what English class I’m in? I know it’s next period,” said Ava when it was her turn.
    â€œLast name?”
    â€œSackett.”
    Mrs. Gusman’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “A. Sackett, Palmer, room W106.”
    â€œThanks,” said Ava with a big grin. She and Jack were in the same class! She sent him a quick text to tell him that, but he didn’t answer. No surprise—they weren’t allowed to text in class, and the first bell had already rung.

    The second bell rang just as she walked into Ms. Palmer’s classroom. She scanned the room for an empty desk and saw that there was one—right next to Jack. He was smiling that half smile at her. He’d saved her a seat!
    â€œI’m sorry I’m late,” she said to the teacher as she slid into her desk.
    Ms. Palmer glanced down at her clipboard and furrowed her brow. “Your name?”
    â€œAva Sackett.”
    The rest of the class was a pretty standardfirst-day-of-English class. Ms. Palmer passed out textbooks, sternly admonished everyone to cover their books that night and to refrain from writing in them, and outlined her expectations about the writer’s notebooks they were going to be maintaining. Then toward the end of class, she passed out the first book they would be reading: White Fang.
    The title was certainly promising, Ava thought, although the picture of the dog howling at the moon on the cover was somewhat of a letdown. So it wasn’t about vampires or sharks. Ava opened to the first page and scanned the very small text with a sinking feeling.
    â€œPlease read the first three chapters tonight and write a short response in your writer’s notebook,” said Ms. Palmer. “And be prepared tomorrow, or any day, for a pop quiz—I need to make sure you’re keeping up. This is a wonderful book, but not an easy read, so it’s essential not to fall