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ALSOBYR.J.PALACIO
WonderTheJulianChapter
Pluto365DaysofWonder
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THISISABORZOIBOOKPUBLISHEDBYALFREDA.KNOPF
Thisisaworkoffiction.Names,characters,places,andincidentseitheraretheproductoftheauthor’simaginationorareusedfictitiously.Anyresemblancetoactualpersons,livingordead,events,orlocalesisentirelycoincidental.
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Contents
CoverAlsobyR.J.PalacioTitlePageCopyrightEpigraph
HowIWalkedtoSchoolHowISpentMyWinterVacationHowtheBoyWarStartedHowIStayedNeutralHowIWantedtoTellEllieAboutMyTalkwithJackWillHowtoUseVennDiagrams(Part1)HowIContinuedtoStayNeutralHow(andWhy)ILovetoDanceHowMrs.AtanabiIntroducedHerDanceHowtoUseVennDiagrams(Part2)HowaNewSubgroupWasFormedHowISawSavannaHowWeGotOfftoanAwkwardStartHowNobodyGetsMadattheLavenderFairyHowIReceivedMyFirstSurpriseoftheDayHowWeWenttoNarniaHowIReceivedMySecondSurpriseoftheDayHowWeGottoKnowEachOtherBetterHowIPreferHappyEndingsHowIDiscoveredSomethingAboutMayaHowFebruaryMadeUsMoney,Too!HowXimenaMadeaDiscoveryHowWeTextedHowWeWenttoXimenaChin’sHouseHowWePlayedTruthorDareHowOurVennDiagramsLookHowWeNeverTalkedAboutItHowIFailedtoPreventaSocialCatastropheHowIStayedNeutral—AgainHowXimenaReacted
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HowMrs.AtanabiWishedUsWellHowWeDancedHowWeSpenttheRestoftheNightHowIFellAsleep—Finally!HowMayaWasSurprisedandSurprisedUsAllHowSomeThingsChanged,andSomeThingsDidn’tHowITalkedtoMr.TushmanHowXimenaRockedHerSpeechHowIFinallyIntroducedMyself
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ButeverySpringItgrowethyoungagain,Andfairiessing.
—FlowerFairiesoftheSpring,1923
NobodycandotheshingalinglikeIdo.—TheIsleyBrothers,“NobodybutMe”
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HowIWalkedtoSchoolTherewasablindoldmanwhoplayedtheaccordiononMainStreet,whoIusedtoseeeverydayonmyway to school. He sat on a stool under the awning of the A&P supermarket on the corner ofMooreAvenue,hisseeing-eyedoglyingdowninfrontofhimonablanket.Thedogworearedbandannaarounditsneck.ItwasablackLabrador.IknowbecausemysisterBeatrixaskedhimoneday.“Excuseme,sir.Whatkindofdogisthat?”“JoniisablackLabrador,missy,”heanswered.“She’sreallycute.CanIpether?”“Bestnot.She’sworkingrightnow.”“Okay,thankyou.Haveagooddaynow.”“Bye,missy.”Mysisterwavedathim.Hehadnowayofknowingthis,ofcourse,sohedidn’twaveback.Beatrixwaseight then. Iknowbecause itwasmy firstyearatBeecherPrep,whichmeans Iwas in
kindergarten.Inevertalkedtotheaccordion-manmyself.Ihatetoadmitit,butIwaskindofafraidofhimbackthen.
His eyes, which were always open, were kind of glazed and cloudy. They were cream-colored, andlookedlikewhite-and-tanmarbles.Itspookedme.Iwasevenalittleafraidofhisdog,whichreallymadenosensebecauseIusuallylovedogs.Imean,Ihaveadog!ButIwasafraidofhisdog,whohadagraymuzzleandwhoseeyeswerekindofgloopy,too.But—andhere’sabigbut—eventhoughIwasafraidofbothofthem,theaccordion-manandhisdog,Ialwaysdroppedadollarbillintotheopenaccordioncaseinfrontofthem.Andsomehow,eventhoughhewasplayingtheaccordion,andnomatterhowquietlyIcreptover,theaccordion-manwouldalwaysheartheswooshofthedollarbillasitfellintotheaccordioncase.“GodblessAmerica,”hewouldsaytotheair,noddinginmydirection.Thatalwaysmademewonder.Howcouldhehearthat?Howdidheknowwhatdirectiontonodat?Mymomexplainedthatblindpeopledeveloptheirothersensestomakeupforthesensethey’velost.
So,becausehewasblind,hehadsuperhearing.That,ofcourse,gotmewonderingifhehadothersuperpowers, too.Like, in thewinterwhenitwas
freezingcold,didhisfingershaveamagicalwayofkeepingwarmwhiletheypressedthekeys?Andhowdid the rest of him staywarm?On those really frigid dayswhenmy teethwould start to chatter afterwalking just a fewblocks against the icywind, howdid he staywarm enough to play his accordion?Sometimes, I’devensee little riversof ice forming inpartsofhismustacheandbeard,or I’dseehimreachdowntomakesurehisdogwascoveredbytheblanket.SoIknewhefeltthecold,buthowdidhekeepplaying?Ifthat’snotasuperpower,Idon’tknowwhatis!Inthewintertime,Ialwaysaskedmymomfor twodollars todropintohisaccordioncaseinsteadof
justone.Swoosh.Swoosh.
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“GodblessAmerica.”Heplayedthesameeightortensongsallthetime.ExceptatChristmastime,whenhe’dplay“Rudolph
theRed-NosedReindeer”and“Hark!TheHeraldAngelsSing.”Butotherwise,itwasthesamesongs.Mymomknewthenamesofsomeofthem.“Delilah.”“Lara’sTheme.”“ThoseWeretheDays.”Idownloadedallthetitlesshenamed,andshewasright,thosewerethesongs.Butwhyjustthosesongs?Weretheytheonlysongsheeverlearnedtoplay,orweretheytheonlysongsheremembered?Ordidheknowawholebunchofothersongs,butchosetoplayjustthosesongs?Andallthatwonderinggotmewonderingevenmore!Whendidhelearntoplaytheaccordion?When
hewasalittleboy?Couldheseebackthen?Ifhecouldn’tsee,howcouldhereadmusic?Wheredidhegrowup?Wheredidhelivewhenhewasn’tonthecornerofMainStreetandMooreAvenue?Isawhimandhisdogwalkingtogethersometimes,hisrighthandholdingthedog’sharnessandhislefthandholdingtheaccordioncase.Theymovedsoslowly!Itdidn’tseemliketheycouldgetveryfar.Sowheredidtheygo?TherewerealotofquestionsIwouldhaveaskedhimifIhadn’tbeenafraidofhim.ButIneverasked.
Ijustgavehimone-dollarbills.Swoosh.“GodblessAmerica.”Itwasalwaysthesame.Then,whenIgotolderandwasn’tthatafraidofhimanymore,thequestionsIusedtohaveabouthim
didn’tseemtomatterasmuchtome.IguessIgotsoaccustomedtoseeinghim,Ididn’treallythinkabouthisfoggyeyesorifhehadsuperpowers.It’snotlikeIstoppedgivinghimadollarwhenIpassedbyhimoranything.Butitwasmorelikeahabitnow,likeswipingaMetroCardthroughasubwayturnstile.Swoosh.“GodblessAmerica.”BythetimeIstartedfifthgrade,IstoppedseeinghimcompletelybecauseInolongerwalkedpasthim
onmywaytoschool.TheBeecherPrepmiddleschoolisafewblocksclosertomyhousethanthelowerschoolwas,sonowIwalk to schoolwithBeatrixandmyoldest sister,Aimee,and Iwalkhome fromschoolwithmybestfriend,Ellie,aswellasMayaandLina,wholivenearme.Onceinawhile,atthebeginningoftheschoolyear,wewouldgogetsnacksattheA&Pafterschoolbeforeheadinghome,andI’d see the accordion-man and give him a dollar and hear him blessAmerica.But as theweather gotcolder,wedidn’tdothatasmuch.Whichiswhyitwasn’tuntilafewdaysintowinterbreak,whenIwenttotheA&Pwithmymomoneafternoon,thatIrealizedthattheblindoldmanwhoplayedtheaccordiononMainStreetwasn’tthereanymore.Hewasgone.
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HowISpentMyWinterVacationPeoplewhoknowmealwayssayI’msodramatic.Ihavenoideawhytheysaythat,becauseI’mreally,really,reallynotdramatic.ButwhenIfoundouttheaccordion-manwasgone,Ikindoflost it!Ireallydon’tknowwhy,butIjustcouldn’tstopobsessingaboutwhathadhappenedtohim.ItwaslikeamysterythatIhadtosolve!WhatintheworldhappenedtotheblindoldmanwhoplayedtheaccordiononMainStreet?Nobody seemed to know.Mymom and I asked the cashiers in the supermarket, the lady in the dry
cleaner’s,andthemanintheeyeshopacrossthestreetiftheyknewanythingabouthim.Weevenaskedthepolicemanwhogaveoutparkingticketsonthatblock.Everyoneknewwhohewas,butnooneknewwhathadhappenedtohim, just thatoneday—poof!—hewasn’t thereanymore.Thepoliceman toldmethatonreallycolddays,homelesspeopleareactually taken to thecitysheltersso theywon’t freeze todeath.Hethoughtthat’sprobablywhathappenedtotheaccordion-man.Butthedry-cleaningladysaidthatshe knew for a fact that the accordion-man wasn’t homeless. She thought he lived somewhere up inRiverdalebecauseshe’dseehimgettingofftheBx3busearlyinthemorningswithhisdog.Andtheeye-shopmansaidthathewascertainthattheaccordion-manhadbeenafamousjazzmusicianonceandwasactuallyloaded,soIshouldn’tworryabouthim.Youwouldthinktheseanswerswouldhavehelpedme,right?Buttheydidn’t!Theyjustraisedawhole
bunchofotherquestionsthatmademeevenmorecuriousabouthim.Like,washeinahomelessshelterforthewinter?WashelivinginhisownbeautifulhouseinRiverdale?Hadhereallybeenafamousjazzmusician?Washerich?Ifhewasrich,whywasheplayingformoney?Mywholefamilygotsickandtiredofmytalkingaboutthis,bytheway.Beatrixwaslike:“Charlotte,ifyoutalkaboutthisonemoretime,I’mgoingtothrowupalloveryou!”AndAimeesaid,“Charlotte,willyoujustdropitalready?”Mymom’s theonewho suggested that agoodway to “channel”myenergywouldbe to start a coat
drive in our neighborhood to benefit homeless people.We put up flyers asking people to donate their“gentlyworn”coatsbydroppingthemoffinplasticbagsinagiantbinweleftinfrontofourbrownstone.Then,afterwe’dcollectedabouttenhugegarbagebagsfullofcoats,mymomanddadandIdroveallthewaydowntownto theBoweryMission todonate thecoats. Ihave tosay, it felt reallygood togiveallthosecoats topeoplewhoreallyneededthem!I lookedaroundwhenIwasinsidethemissionwithmyparentstoseeifmaybetheaccordion-manwasthere,buthewasn’t.Anyway,Iknewhehadanicecoatalready:abrightorangeCanadaGooseparkathatmademymomhopefulthattherumorsabouthisbeingrichmightactuallybetrue.“Youdon’tseemanyhomelesspeoplewearingCanadaGoose,”observedMom.WhenIgotbacktoschoolafterwinterbreak,Mr.Tushman,themiddleschooldirector,congratulated
meonhavingstartedacoatdrive.I’mnotsurehowheknew,butheknew.ItwasgenerallyagreeduponthatMr. Tushman had some kind of secret surveillance drone keeping tabs on everything going on atBeecherPrep:therewasnootherwayhecouldknowallthestuffheseemedtoknow.“That’sabeautifulwaytospendyourwintervacation,Charlotte,”hesaid.
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“Aw,thankyou,Mr.Tushman!”IlovedMr.Tushman.Hewasalwaysreallynice.WhatIlikedwasthathewasoneofthoseteachers
thatnever talks toyou likeyou’re some littlekid.Healwaysusesbigwords, assumingyouknowandunderstand them, and he never looks away when you’re talking to him. I also loved that he woresuspendersandabowtieandbrightredsneakers.“DoyouthinkyoucouldhelpmeorganizeacoatdrivehereatBeecherPrep?”heasked.“Nowthat
you’reanexpertatit,Iwouldloveyourinput.”“Sure!”Ianswered.WhichishowIendedupbeingpartofthefirstannualBeecherPrepCoatDrive.Inanycase,betweenthecoatdriveandall theotherdramagoingonatschoolwhenIgotbackfrom
wintervacation(moreonthatsoon!),Ididn’treallygetachancetosolvethemysteryofwhathappenedtotheblindoldmanwhoplayedtheaccordiononMainStreet.Elliedidn’tseemtheleastbitinterestedinhelpingme solve themystery, though itwas the kindof thing that shemight have been into just a fewmonthsbefore.AndneitherMayanorLinaseemedtorememberhimatall.Infact,nooneseemedtocareaboutwhathappenedtohimintheleast,sofinally,Ijustdroppedthesubject.Istillthoughtabouttheaccordion-mansometimes,though.Everyonceinawhile,oneofthesongshe
usedtoplayonhisaccordionwouldcomebacktome.AndthenI’dhumitalldaylong.
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HowtheBoyWarStartedThe only thing everybody could talk aboutwhenwe got back fromwinter breakwas “thewar,” alsoreferredtoas“theboywar.”Thewholethingstartedrightbeforewinterbreak.Afewdaysbeforerecess,JackWillhadgotten suspended forpunching JulianAlbans in themouth.Talkaboutdrama! Everyonewasgossipingaboutit.ButnooneknewexactlywhyJackdidit.MostpeoplethoughtithadsomethingtodowithAuggiePullman.Toexplainthatabit,youhavetoknowthatAuggiePullmanis thiskidatourschoolwhowasbornwithveryseverefacialissues.Andbysevere,Imeansevere.Like,really severe.Noneofhisfeaturesarewherethey’resupposedtobe.Andit’skindofshockingwhenyouseehimatfirstbecause it’s like he’s wearing a mask or something. So when he started at Beecher Prep, everybodynoticedhim.Hewasimpossiblenottonotice.A few people—like Jack andSummer andme—were nice to him from the beginning. Like,when I
wouldpasshiminthehall,I’dalwayssay,“Hey,Auggie,how’reyoudoing?”andstufflikethat.Now,sure,partofthatwasbecauseMr.TushmanhadaskedmetobeawelcomebuddytoAuggiebeforeschoolhadstarted,butIwouldhavebeennicetohimevenifhehadn’taskedmetodothat.Most people, though—like Julian and his group—were not at all nice to Auggie, especially in the
beginning. I don’t thinkpeoplewere even trying to bemeannecessarily. I think theywere just a littleweirdedoutbyhis face, isall.Theysaidstupid thingsbehindhisback.CalledhimFreak.Played thisgame called The Plague, which I did not participate in, by the way! (If I’ve never touched AuggiePullman,it’sonlybecauseI’veneverhadareasonto—that’sall!)Nobodyeverwantedtohangoutwithhimor get partnered upwith himon a class project.At least in the beginning of the year.But after acoupleofmonths,peopledidstartgettingusedtohim.Notthattheywerereallyniceoranything,butatleasttheystoppedbeingmean.Everyone,thatis,exceptforJulian,whocontinuedtomakesuchabigdealabouthim!It’slikehecouldn’tgetoverthefactthatAuggielooksthewayhelooks!Asifthepoorguycouldhelpit,right?Anyway,sowhateveryonethinkshappenedisthatJuliansaidsomethinghorribleaboutAuggietoJack.
AndJack—beingagoodfriend—punchedJulian.Boom.AndthenJackgotsuspended.Boom.Andnowhe’sbackfromsuspension!Boom!Andthat’sthedrama!Butthat’snotallthereistoit!Becausethenwhathappenedisthis:overwinterbreak,Julianhadthishugepartyand,basically,turned
everyone in the fifthgradeagainst Jack.Hespread this rumor that theschoolpsychologisthad toldhismomthatJackwasemotionallyunstable.AndthatthepressureofbeingfriendswithAuggiehadmadehimsnapandturnintoanangrymaniac.Crazystuff!Ofcourse,noneofitwastrue,andmostpeopleknewthat,butitdidn’tstopJulianfromspreadingthatlie.Andnowtheboysareallinthiswar.Andthat’showitstarted.Andit’ssostupid!
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HowIStayedNeutralIknowonethingpeoplesayaboutmeis thatI’magoodytwo-shoes.Ihavenoideawhytheysaythat.BecauseI’mreallynotthatmuchofagoodytwo-shoes.ButI’malsonotsomeonewho’sgoingtobemeantosomeone justbecausesomeoneelsesaysIshouldbemean to them.Ihatewhenpeopledostuff likethat.So,whenall theboysstartedgivingJack thecoldshoulder,andJackdidn’tknowwhy, I thought the
leastIcoulddowastellhimwhatwasgoingon.Imean,I’veknownJacksincewewereinkindergarten.He’sagoodkid!Thethingis,Ididn’twantanyonetoseemetalkingtohim.Someofthegirls,likeSavanna’sgroup,had
startedtakingsideswiththeJulianboys,andIreallywantedtostayneutralbecauseIdidn’twantanyofthemtogetmadatme.Iwasstillhopingthatmaybe,oneofthesedays,I’dworkmywayintothatgroupmyself.ThelastthingIwantedwastodoanythingtomessupmychanceswiththem.So,onedayrightbeforelastperiod,IslippedJackanotetomeetmeinroom301afterschool.Which
hedid.AndthenItoldhimeverythingthatwasgoingon.YoushouldhaveseenJack’sface!Itwasbrightred!Seriously!Thepoorkid!Weprettymuchagreedthatthiswholethingwassomessedup!Ireallyfeltsorryforhim.Then,afterweweredonetalking,Isneakedoutoftheroomwithoutanyoneseeingme.
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HowIWantedtoTellEllieAboutMyTalkwithJackWill
Atlunchthenextday,IwasgoingtotellElliethatI’dtalkedtoJack.EllieandIbothhadhadatinysecretcrushonJackWillgoingbacktothefourthgrade,whenheplayedtheArtfulDodgerinOliver!andwethoughthelookedadorableinatophat.Iwentovertoherwhenshewasemptyingherlunchtray.Wedon’tsitatthesamelunchtableanymore,
eversincesheswitchedtoSavanna’slunchtablearoundHalloween.ButIstilltrustedEllie.We’vebeenBFFssincefirstgrade!Thatcountsforalot!“Hey,”Isaid,nudgingintoherwithmyshoulder.“Hey!”shesaid,nudgingmeback.“Whyweren’tyouinchorusyesterday?”“Oh,didn’t I tellyou?”shesaid.“I switchedelectiveswhen Icameback fromwinterbreak. I’m in
bandnow.”“Band?Seriously?”Isaid.“I’mplayingtheclarinet!”sheanswered.“Wow,”Isaid,nodding.“Sweet.”Thisbitofnewswasreallysurprisingtome,foralotofreasons.“Anyhow,what’supwithyou,Charly?”shesaid.“IfeellikeI’vehardlyseenyousincewegotback
fromwinterbreak!”Shepickedupmywristtoinspectmynewbangle.“Iknow, right?” Ianswered, thoughIdidn’tpointout that thatwasbecauseshehadcanceledonme
everysingletimewe’dmadeplanstohangoutafterschool.“How’sMaya’sdotstournamentgoing?”ShewasreferringtoMaya’sobsessionwithmakingtheworld’slargestdotgametoplayatlunchtime.
Wekindofmadefunofitbehindherback.“Good,”Ianswered,smiling.“Ikeepmeaningtoaskyouaboutthiswholeboy-warthing.It’ssolame,
isn’tit?”Sherolledhereyes.“It’stotallyoutofcontrol!”“Right?”Isaid.“IfeelkindofsorryforJack.Don’tyouthinkJulianshouldjustcallitquitsalready?”Elliestartedtwistingastrandofhairaroundherfinger.Shetookafreshjuiceboxoffthecounterand
poppedthestrawintothehole.“Idon’tknow,Charly,”sheanswered.“Jack’stheonewhopunchedhiminthemouth.Julianhaseveryrighttobemad.”Shetookalongsip.“I’mactuallystartingtothinkthatJackhasseriousanger-managementissues.”Holdup.What? I’veknownElliesinceforever,and theEllie Iknowwouldneveruseaphrase like
“anger-management issues.” Not that Ellie isn’t smart, but she’s not that smart. Anger-managementissues?That soundedmore like somethingXimenaChinwould say in that sarcasticwayofhers.Ever
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sinceElliehadstartedhangingoutwithXimenaandSavanna,she’sbeenactingweirderandweirder!Waitaminute!Ijustrememberedsomething:Ximenaplaysclarinet!ThatexplainswhyEllieswitched
electives!Nowit’sallmakingsense!“Eitherway,”saidEllie,“Idon’tthinkweshouldgetinvolved.It’saboything.”“Yeah,whatever,”Ianswered,decidingitwasbetterifIdidn’ttellEllieIhadspokenwithJack.“Soareyoureadyforthedancetryoutstoday?”sheaskedcheerfully.“Yeah,”Ianswered,pretendingtogetexcited.“IthinkMrs.Atanabiis—”“Ready,Ellie?”saidXimenaChin,whohadjustappearedoutofnowhere.Shenoddedaquickhello
mywaywithoutreallylookingatme,andthenturnedaroundandheadedtothelunchroomexit.Elliedroppedherunfinishedjuiceboxintothetrashcan,clumsilyheavedherbackpackontoherright
shoulder,andtrottedafterXimena.“Seeyoulater,Charly!”shemumbledhalfwayacrossthelunchroom.“Later,”Ianswered,watchinghercatchuptoXimena.Together,theyjoinedSavannaandGretchen,a
sixthgrader,whowerewaitingforthembytheexit.Thefourofthemwereallaboutthesameheight,andtheyallhadsuper-longhair,withwavycurlsatthe
ends. Their hair colors were different, though. Savanna’s was golden blond. Ximena’s was black.Gretchen’swas red.AndEllie’swasbrown. Iactuallywonderedsometimes ifElliehadn’tgotten intothatpopulargroupbecauseofherhair,whichwasjusttherightcolorandlengthtofitin.Myhair iswhite-blond, and so straightand flat, there’snoway itwouldeverend inacurlwithout
massivedosesofhairspray.Andit’sshort.Likeme.
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HowtoUseVennDiagrams(Part1)In Ms. Rubin’s science class, we learned about Venn diagrams. You draw Venn diagrams to see therelationships between different groups of things. Like, if you want to see the common characteristicsbetweenmammals,reptiles,andfish,forinstance,youdrawaVenndiagramandlistalltheattributesofeach one inside a circle. Where the circles intersect is what they have in common. In the case ofmammals,reptiles,andfish,itwouldbethattheyallhavebackbones.
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Anyway,IloveVenndiagrams.They’resousefulforexplainingsomanythings.Isometimesdrawthemtoexplainfriendships.
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Ellieandmeinfirstgrade.
Asyoucansee,EllieandIhadalotincommon.We’vebeenfriendssincethefirstdayoffirstgrade,whenMs.Diamondputusbothatthesametable.Irememberthatdayveryclearly.IkepttryingtotalktoEllie,butshewasshyanddidn’twanttotalk.Then,atsnacktime,Istartedice-skatingwithmyfingersonthetopofthedeskweshared.Ifyoudon’tknowwhatthatis,it’swhenyoumakeanupside-downpeacesignandletyourfingersglideovertheglossydesk,liketheywerefigureskaters.Anyway,Elliewatchedmedothatforalittlewhile,andthenshestartedice-skatingwithherfingers,too.Prettysoon,wewerebothmakingfigureeightsalloverthedesk.Afterthat,wewereinseparable.
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Ellieandmenow.
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HowIContinuedtoStayNeutralEllie,Savanna,andXimenawerehangingoutinfrontofthelockersoutsidetheperformancespacewhenIshowedupforthedancetryoutsafterschool.Iknewthemomenttheylookedatmethatthey’djustbeentalkingaboutme.“You’re not really taking Jack’s side in the boy war, are you?” said Savanna, making an eww
expressionwithherlips.IglancedatEllie,whohadobviouslysharedsomeofmylunchconversationwithSavannaandXimena.
Shechewedastrandofhairandlookedaway.“I’mnotonJack’sside,”Isaidcalmly.Ipoppedopenmylockerandshovedmybackpackinside.“All
IsaidisthatIthinkthiswholeboy-warthingisdumb.Alltheboysarejustbeingsojerky.”“Yeah,butJackstartedit,”saidSavanna.“Orareyousayingit’sokaythathepunchedJulian?”“No,it’sdefinitelynotokaythathedidthat,”Ianswered,pullingoutmydancegear.“Sohowcouldyoubeon Jack’s side?”Savannaaskedquickly, stillmaking thateww facewith her
mouth.“Isitbecauseyoulikehim?”askedXimena,smilingmischievously.Ximena,whoprobablyhasn’t saidmore than thirtywords tomeallyear long, isaskingme if I like
Jack?“No,”Ianswered,butIcouldfeelmyearsturningred.IglancedupatEllieasIsatdowntoputonmy
jazzsneakers.Shewastwirlingyetanotherpartofherhairinpreparationforputtingitintohermouth.Ican’tbelieveshetoldthemaboutJack!Whatatraitor!At thatmoment,Mrs.Atanabi came into the room, clapping toget everyone’s attention inherusual,
theatricalway.“Okay,girls,ifyouhaven’tsignedyournameonthetryoutsheet,pleasedosonow,”shesaid,pointingtotheclipboardonthetablenexttoher.Therewereabouteightothergirlsstandinginlinetosign in.“Andifyou’vealreadysignedin,please takeaspoton thedancefloorandstartdoingyourstretches.”“I’llsigninforyou,”XimenasaidtoSavanna,walkingovertothetable.“Doyouwantmetosigninforyou,Charly?”Ellieaskedme.Iknewthatwasherwayofcheckingto
seeifIwasmadather.WhichIwas!“Ialreadysignedin,”Iansweredquietly,notlookingather.“Ofcourseshesignedin,”Savannasaidquickly,rollinghereyes.“Charlotte’salwaysthefirsttosign
in.”
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How(andWhy)ILovetoDanceI’ve been taking dance lessons since Iwas four. Ballet. Tap. Jazz.Not because Iwant to be a primaballerinawhenIgrowup,butbecauseI intendonbecomingaBroadwaystarsomeday.Todothat,youreally have to learn how to sing and dance and perform.Which iswhy Iwork so hard onmy dancelessons.Andmysinginglessons.Itakethemveryseriously,becauseIknowthatsomeday,whenIgetmybigbreak,I’llbereadyforit.AndwhywillIbereadyforit?BecauseI’veworkedhardforit—mywholelife! People seem to think that Broadway stars just come out of nowhere—but that’s not true! Theypracticeuntiltheirfeethurt!Theyrehearselikemaniacs!Ifyouwanttobeastar,youhavetobewillingtoworkharder thaneveryoneelse toachieveyourgoalsanddreams!ThewayI see it,adreamis likeadrawinginyourheadthatcomestolife.Youhavetoimagineitfirst.Thenyouhavetoworkextremelyhardtomakeitcometrue.So, when Savanna says, “Charlotte’s always the first to sign in,” on the one hand it’s kind of a
complimentbecauseshe’ssaying,“Charlotte’salwaysontopofthings,whichiswhyherhardworkpaysoffforher.”Butwhenshesays,“Charlotte’salwaysthefirsttosignin,”withthatewwexpressiononherface, it’smorelikeshe’ssaying,“Charlotteonlygetswhatshewantsbecauseshe’sfirst inline.”Oratleastthat’swhatIhear.Aput-down.Savanna’s reallygoodat thosekindsofput-downs,where it’s all in the eyes and the cornersof the
mouth.It’stoobad,becauseshedidn’tusedtobelikethat.Inlowerschool,SavannaandEllieandmeandMayaandSummer:wewereall friends.Weplayed togetherafter school.Wehad teaparties. It’sonlybeensincewestartedmiddleschool—eversinceshegotpopular—thatSavanna’sbecomelessnicethansheusedtobe.
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HowMrs.AtanabiIntroducedHerDance“Okay, ladies,” said Mrs. Atanabi, clapping her hands and motioning for us to walk toward her,“everybodyonthedancefloor,please!Takeyourpositions.Everybodyspreadout.Sowhatwe’regoingtodotodayis,I’mgoingtoshowyouacoupleofdifferentdancesfromthesixtiesthatI’dlikeyoutotry.Thetwist.TheHullyGully.Andthemambo.Justthosethree.Soundgood?”IhadtakenupapositionbehindSummer,whosmiledandwavedoneofhercutehappyhellosatme.
WhenIwaslittleandstillintoFlowerFairies,IusedtothinkthatSummerDawsonlookedexactlyliketheLavenderFairy.Likesheshouldhavebeenbornwithvioletwings.“Sincewhenhaveyoubeenintodance?”Iaskedher,becauseshehadneverbeenoneofthegirlsI’d
seeatdancerecitals.Summershruggedshyly.“Istartedtakingclassesthissummer.”“Sweet!”Ianswered,smilingencouragingly.“Mrs.Atanabi?”saidXimena,raisingherhand.“Whatisthisauditionevenfor?”“Oh my goodness!” answered Mrs. Atanabi, tapping her forehead with her fingers. “Of course. I
completelyforgottotellyouguyswhatwe’redoinghere.”I,personally,havealwayslovedMrs.Atanabi—withherlongflowydressesandscarvesandthemessy
bun.Ilovethatshealwayshasthebreathlessappearanceofsomeonewho’sjustcomebackfromagreatjourney.I like that.Buta lotofpeople thinkshe’sflakyandweird.Thewayshe throwsherheadbackwhen she laughs.Theway shemumbles toherself sometimes.Peoplehave said she looksexactly likeMrs. Puff in SpongeBob SquarePants. They call herMrs. Fatanabi behind her back, which I think isincrediblymean.“I’ve been asked to put together a dance piece to perform at the Beecher Prep Benefit Gala,” she
startedexplaining.“Whichisinmid-March.It’snotaperformancethatotherstudentswilleversee.It’sfor theparents, faculty, andalumni.But it’skindofabigdeal.They’rehaving it atCarnegieHall thisyear!”Everyonemadelittleexcitedchirpysounds.Mrs.Atanabilaughed.“Ithoughtyou’dalllikethat!”shesaid.“I’madaptingapieceIchoreographed
yearsago,whichhadgottenconsiderableattentionatthetime,Idon’tmindsaying.Anditshouldbealotoffun.Butitwilltakeplentyofwork!Whichremindsme:ifyou’rechosenforthisdance,itwillrequireabigtimecommitment!Iwanttobeclearaboutthatrightfromthestart,ladies.Ninetyminutesofrehearsal,afterschool,threetimesaweek.Fromnow,throughMarch.Soifyoucan’tcommittothat,don’teventryout.Okay?”“Butwhatifwehavesoccerpractice?”askedRuby,inthemiddleofaplié.“Ladies, sometimes in life you have to choose,” Mrs. Atanabi answered. “You can’t have soccer
practiceandbe in thisdance. It’sas simpleas that. Idon’twant tohearanyexcusesabouthomeworkassignments or tests or anything else. Even onemissed rehearsal is toomuch! Remember, this is notsomethingyou’rerequiredtodoforschool!Youdon’thavetobehere,girls.Youwon’tbegettingextra
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credit.Iftheappealofdancingononeoftheworld’smostfamousstagesisn’tenoughforyou,thenpleasedon’ttryout.”Sheextendedherarmallthewayandpointedtotheexit.“Iwon’ttakeitpersonally.”Wealllookedateachother.RubyandJacquelinebothsmiledapologeticallyatMrs.Atanabi,waved
goodbye,andleft.Icouldn’tbelieveanyonewoulddothat!TogiveupthechancetodanceatCarnegieHall?That’sasfamousasBroadway!Mrs.Atanabiblinkedbutdidn’tsayanything.Thenshe rubbedherhead, likeshewaswardingoffa
headache.“Onelastthing,”shesaid.“Ifyou’renotselectedforthisparticularroutine,pleaserememberthere’sstillthebigdancenumberinthespringvarietyshow—andeveryonecandanceinthatone.Soifyoudon’tmakethisperformance,pleasedon’thaveyourmomemailme.Thereareonlyspotsforthreegirls.”“Onlythree?”criedEllie,coveringhermouthwithherhand.“Yes,onlythree,”Mrs.Atanabiresponded,soundingexactlylikeMrs.Puffsoundswhenshesays,Oh,
SpongeBob.IknewwhatElliewasthinking:Pleaseletitbeme,Ximena,andSavanna.But even as shewished that, sheprobablyknew itwasn’t going toworkout thatway.The thing is,
everybodyknows thatXimena is thebestdancer in thewhole school.Shegot selected for the summerintensivesattheSchoolofAmericanBallet.She’satthatlevel.SoitwasaprettysafebetthatXimenawouldmakeitin.AndeverybodyknowsthatSavannamadethefinalsintwodifferentregionalslastyear,andhadcome
closetoplacingatanational—sotherewasagoodchancethatshewouldmakeitin.Andeverybodyknowsthat…Well,nottobrag,butdanceiskindofmything,andIhaveabunchofhuge
trophiesonmyshelfthatproveit.Ellie,though?Sorry,butshe’sjustnotinthesameleagueaseitherXimenaorSavanna.Orme.Sure,
she’sbeenintodancealltheseyears,butshe’salwaysbeenkindoflazyaboutit.Idon’tknow,maybeiftherewereroomforfourgirls.Butnotiftherecanonlybethree.Nope,itseemedprettyclearasIlookedaroundtheroomatthecompetition:thefinalthreewouldbe
Ximena,Savanna.Andme!Sorry,Ellie!Andmaybe,justmaybe,thiswouldbemychancetofinallyworkmywayintotheSavannagroup,once
andforall.IcouldgobacktohavingEllieasmybestfriend.SavannacouldhaveXimena.Itcouldallworkout.Thetwist.TheHullyGully.Andthemambo.Gotit.
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HowtoUseVennDiagrams(Part2)In middle school, your lunch table group isn’t always the same as your friend group. Like, it’s verypossible—infact, it’sprobable!—thatyoumayendupsittingatalunchtablewithabunchofgirlsthatyou’refriendswith—butwhoaren’tnecessarilyyour friend friends.Howyouendedupat that table iscompletelyrandom:Maybetherewasn’tenoughroomatthetablewiththegirlsyoureallywantedtositwith.Ormaybeyoujusthappenedtoendupwithagroupofgirlsbecauseoftheclassyouhadrightbeforelunch. That’s actually what happened to me. On the first day of school, Maya, Megan, Lina, Rand,Summer,Ellie,andIwereallinMs.Petosa’sadvancedmathclasstogether.Whenthelunchbellrang,weflewdownthestairsinabighuddle,notknowingexactlyhowtogettothecafeteria.Whenwefinallydidfind it, we all just sat down at a table in a pack. It was like we were playing musical chairs, witheveryonescrambling togetaseat.Therewereactuallyonlysupposed tobesixkids toa table,but thesevenofussqueezedinandmadeitwork.
Atfirst,Ithoughtitwasthegreatesttableinthewholelunchroom!IwassittingrightbetweenEllie,mybest friend from first grade, andMaya,my other best friend from lower school. Iwas sitting directlyacross from Summer andMegan, both of whom I knew from lower school, too, even if we weren’t
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necessarily good friends.And I knew Lina from the Beecher Prep Summer Camp program. The onlypersonIdidn’tknowatallwasRand,butsheseemedniceenough.So,allinall,itlookedlikeatotallyawesomelunchtable!Butthen,thatveryfirstday,SummerswitchedtablestogositwithAuggiePullman.Itwassoshocking!
Onesecondwewereallsittingthere,talkingabouthim,watchinghimeathislunch.Linasaidsomethingreallymean that Iwon’t repeat.And thenext second,Summer,without sayinganything toanyone, justpickedupherlunchtrayandwalkedovertohim.Itwassounexpected!Lina,Iremember,lookedlikeshewaswatchingacaraccident.“Stopstaring!”Isaidtoher.“Ican’tbelieveshe’seatingwithhim,”shewhispered,horrified.“It’snotthatbigadeal,”Isaid,rollingmyeyes.“Thenwhyaren’tyouhavinglunchwithhim?”sheanswered.“Aren’tyousupposedtobehiswelcome
buddy?”“Thatdoesn’tmeanIhavetositwithhimatlunch,”Iansweredquickly,regrettingthatI’dtoldanyone
thatMr.TushmanhadchosenmetobeAuggie’swelcomebuddy.Yes,itwasanhonorthathehadaskedme,alongwithJulianandJack—butIdidn’twantanyonethrowingitinmyface!All around thecafeteria,peopleweredoing theexact same thingweweredoingatour lunch table:
staringatAuggieandSummereatingtogether.Wewereliterallyonlyafewhoursintomiddleschool,butpeoplehadalreadystartedcallinghimtheZombieKidandFreak.BeautyandtheFreak.That’swhatpeoplewerewhisperingaboutSummerandAuggie.NowaywasIgoingtohavepeoplewhisperstuffbehindmyback,too!“Besides,”IsaidtoLina,takingabiteofmyCaesarsalad.“Ilikethistable.Idon’twanttoswitch.”Andthatwastrue!Ididlikethistable!Atleast,atfirstIdid.But then, as I got to know everyone a little better, I realized that maybe I didn’t have as much in
commonwiththemasIwouldhaveliked.It turnedoutthatLina,Megan,andRandwereall super intosports(Mayaplayedsoccer,butthatwasall).Sotherewasthiswholeworldofsoccergamesandswimmeetsand“awaygames”thatEllieandIcouldn’treallytalktothemabout.Anotherthingisthattheyhadallchosentobeinorchestra,whileEllieandIhadchosenchorus.Andthelastthing,verysimply,wasthat theyweren’t intoalotof thestuffwewereinto!TheyneverwatchedTheVoiceorAmericanIdol.Theyweren’tintomoviestarsoroldmovies.TheyhadneverevenseenLesMisérables, forcryingoutloud!Imean,howcouldIhaveaseriousfriendshipwithsomeonewhohadnointerestinseeingLesMis?ButaslongasIhadEllietotalkto,withMayatheretoroundusout,everythingwastotallyfinebyme.
Thethreeofuswouldchataboutthestuffwewantedtotalkaboutonoursideofthetable,andMegan,Lina,andRandwouldchataboutthestufftheywantedtotalkaboutontheirsideofthetable.Andthenwe’d all catch up about the stuff we had in common—schoolwork, homework, teachers, tests, badcafeteriafood—inthemiddleofthetable.Whichiswhyeverythingwasgood.UntilEllieswitchedtables!Andnowit’sjustme.AndMaya.Maya,whowasonlyreallyfuntotalktowhenElliewasthere.Orifyouwantedtoplayarousinggame
ofdots.Look,I’mnotmadatEllieforswitchingtables.Ihonestlydon’tblameher.Eversinceweheardthat
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Amoshadacrushonher,itwaslikeshe’dgottenafreepassintothepopulargroup.Savannahadaskedhertositwiththematlunch,andthenarrangeditsoAmosandElliesatnexttoeachother.That’showallthe“couples”inthegradegottogether.XimenaandMiles.SavannaandHenry.Andnow,AmosandEllie.Inarrangedgrouphuddles.Thepopularboysandthepopulargirls.Itwasnaturalthatthey’dallwanttosticktogether.Nobodyelseinourgradeisdatingorevenclosetodating!Iknowforafactthatthegirlsatmylunchtablestillactlikeboyshavecooties!And,fromwhatIcantell,mostoftheboysactlikegirlsdon’texist.So,yeah,ItotallygetwhyEllieswitchedlunchtables.Ireallydo.AndI’mnotabouttobesuper-mad
ather,likeMayais.It’shardwhenyou’vebeeninvitedtoabetterlunchtable.There’skindofnolookingback.AllIcandoissitandwait,talktoMaya,andhopethatSavannawillaskmetojointhematthepopular
tablesomeday.Inthemeanwhile,IdrawVenndiagrams.Andplaylotsandlotsofdots.
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HowaNewSubgroupWasFormedThenextday,rightbeforelunch,thisnotewastackedtotheannouncementboardoutsideofthelibrary:
Congratulations to thegirls listedbelow!You’vebeenchosen toparticipate inMrs.Atanabi’s1960sdanceperformance.I’vepostedarehearsalscheduleonthe website. Mark your calendars! No absences. No excuses. Our firstrehearsalistomorrowat4:00p.m.intheperformancespace.DONOTDARETOBELATE!—Mrs.Atanabi
XimenaChinCharlotteCodySummerDawson
OMG,Igotin!Yay!!!!!!IwassohappywhenIreadmynameonthelist!Overjoyed!Ecstatic!Woo-hoo!Soitwasme,Ximena—andSummer?Whaaat!Summer?Thatwassucha surprise! Iwassopositivelysure itwasgoing tobeSavanna! I
mean,Summerhadjuststartedtakingdance!DidshereallybeatoutSavanna?Ohboy:IcouldonlyimaginehowmadSavannawasatthat.Ibetherewwfrownstretchedclearacross
herfacewhenshesawthelist!AndEllie?Actually,IbetElliewassomewhatrelieved.ShewouldhavehadahardtimekeepingupwithXimenaandSavanna,andEllieneverreallyloveddancingthatmuch.IalwayskindofthoughtshewasonlyintoitbecauseI’dalwaysbeenintoit.Iwashappyitworkedoutforherthisway.Imean,shemightnotactlikeit,butshe’sstillmyBFF.And Iwashappy forme, too!Because even though Iwashoping to get a bit closer to theSavanna
group,IhadalsobeenalittlestressedwonderingiftheSavannaandXimenapairingwouldhaveicedmeout.But having Summer in the group along with Ximena? That was going to be awesome! Maybe the
combinedpowerofSummer’snicenessandmynicenesswouldturnXimenaintooneofus.Attheveryleast,itmightkeepherfrombeingthemeangirleveryoneseemstothinksheis.NotthatIthinkshe’sameangirl.Infact,Ibarelyknowher!Eitherway,havingSummerbethethirdgirlinthedancemademesohappy.Ialmostcouldn’tstopsmilingallday.
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HowISawSavannaAtlunch,IsqueezedinnexttoMayaandRand,whowerehunchedoveryetanotheroneofMaya’sgiantdotgames,whichweregettingmoreandmoreelaborate.“So!”Isaidhappily.“Goodnews,guys!IgotpickedtobeinMrs.Atanabi’ssixtiesdanceshowforthe
benefitinMarch!Yay!”“Yay!”Mayaanswered,notlookingupfromthedotgame.“That’sgreat,Charlotte.”“Yay,”echoedRand.“Congrats.”“Summergotin,too.”“Ohyay,goodforher,”saidMaya.“IlikeSummer.She’salwayssonice.”Rand,whowasmarkingarowofboxesshehadjustclosedoffwithherinitial,lookedupatMayaand
smiled.“Fifteen!”shesaid.“Argh!” saidMaya, grinding her teeth. She had just gotten braces, and was making a lot of funny
movementswithhermouththesedays.I flicked my eraser at them. “That sure is one intense game of dots you’re playing there,” I said
sarcastically.“Ha-ha!”saidMaya,leaningintomewithhershoulder.“That’ssofunnyIforgottolaugh.”“Themean-girltableislookingatyou,”saidRand.“What?”Isaid.BothMayaandIturnedaroundinthedirectionshewasstaring.ButSavanna,Ximena,Gretchen,andEllieturnedawaythemomentIglancedintheirdirection.“Theywere so just talking about you!” saidMaya, giving them her dirtiest look through her black-
framedglasses.“Stopthat,Maya,”Isaidtoher.“Why?Idon’tcare,”sheanswered.“Letthemseeme.”Shebaredherteethatthemlikesomekindofcrazyferret.“Stoplookingatthem,Maya!”Iwhisperedthroughmyowngrittedteeth.“Fine,”shesaid.ShewentbacktoplayinghercolossalgameofdotswithRand,andIconcentratedoneatingmyravioli.
Atonepoint,Icouldfeelsomeone’seyesburningintomyback,soIturnedaroundtosneakapeekattheSavanna table again.This time around,Ximena,Gretchen, andElliewere talking together, completelyoblivioustome.ButSavannawasglaringrightatme!Andshedidn’tlookawaywhenoureyesmet.Shejustcontinuedstaringmedown.Then,rightbeforeshefinallystopped,shepokedhertongueoutatme.Ithappenedsofast,nooneelsewouldhaveseenit.Anditseemedsochildish,Ialmostcouldn’tbelieveit!That’swhenIrealizedthatIgotitwrongbefore,aboutSummertakingthethirdspotinMrs.Atanabi’s
dancepiece.IhadthoughtthatspotshouldhavegonetoSavanna,notSummer.ButinSavanna’sview,itwasn’tSummerwhohadtakenthatspotfromher.Itwasme!“Charlotte’salwaysthefirsttosignin,”shehadsaid.
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Savannablamedmefortakingherrightfulspotinthedance!
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HowWeGotOfftoanAwkwardStartAllthenextday,thethreatofasnowstormmadeeveryonekindofgiddyanduncertain,sincetherewastalkthattheschoolwouldcloseearlyifitcamedownasbadastheforecastpredicted.Luckily—becausethe last thing in theworld Iwantedwas forour first rehearsal tobecanceled!—thesnowonly startedfallinginthelateafternoon.Nothardatall.SoImademywayuptotheperformancespaceasquicklyasIcouldafterthelastbell.GiventhatMrs.Atanabihadissuedsuchathreateningwarningaboutbeinglate,Iwasn’tsurprisedthatbothSummerandXimenawerealreadythere,too.Wesaidhellotooneanotherbeforechangingintoourdanceclothes.Itwasalittleawkwardatfirst,I
guess.Thethreeofushadneverreallyhungouttogetherbefore.Wewerefromdifferentgroups,ourownversionofmammals,reptiles,andfish.SummerandIonlyhadoneclasstogether.And,likeIsaidbefore,IbarelyknewXimena.Thelongestconversationwe’deverhadwasbackinDecember,inMs.Rubin’sclass,whensheaskedme—withoutashredofremorse—ifIwouldmindswitchingpartnerswithhersoshecouldbepairedupwithSavanna.Which ishowIendedupwithRemoasmyscience fairprojectpartner,butthat’sawholeotherstorynotworthtelling.Westarteddoingwarm-upsandstretchestopassthetime.Mrs.Atanabiwasnowalmosthalfanhour
late!“Doyouthinkthisishowit’salwaysgoingtobe?”saidXimena,mid-battement.“Mrs.Atanabibeing
late?”“She’sneverontimetotheaterclass,”Isaid,shakingmyhead.“Right?”Ximenasaid.“That’swhatI’mafraidof.”“Maybeshejustgotstuckinthesnow?”Summersaid,somewhathopefully.“It’sstartingtocomedown
prettyhardnow,Ithink.”Ximenamadeaface.“Yeah,maybesheneedsadogsled,”sheansweredquickly.“Ha-ha-ha!”Ilaughed.ButIcouldtellIsoundeddorky.Please,God,pleasedon’tletmeseemdorkyinfrontofXimenaChin.Thetruthis:XimenaChinmademealittlenervous.Idon’tknowwhyexactly.Itwasjustthatshewas
socool,andsopretty,andeverythingaboutherwasalwayssoperfect.Thewayshewrappedherscarf.Thewayherjeansfither.Thewayshefastenedherhairintotheneatesttwist.Everythingwassoflawlesswithher!IrememberfromthemomentXimenastartedatBeecherPrepthisyear,everybodyhadwantedtobeher
friend.Includingme!I’msureshedidn’tevenrememberthis,butIwastheonewhohelpedherfindherlockeronthefirstdayofschool.Iwastheonewholetherborrowapencil inthirdperiod(whichsheneverreturnedtome,cometothinkofit).ButSavannawastheonewhobecameherbestfriend.Savannamanagedtozoominonherwithinthefirstnanosecondofschool.Andthen,forgetit.ItwasliketheBigBang of friendships. It just exploded into an instantaneous universe of knowing looks and giggles andclothesandsecrets.
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TherewasreallynochanceofgettingtoknowXimenabetterafterthat.Thetruthis,shedidn’tmakemuchofaneffort toexpandbeyond theSavannagroupanyway.Maybeshe felt likeshedidn’tactuallyhaveto.Peoplesaidshewaskindofasnob.AllIreallyknewaboutherwasthatshehadthemostamazinglegextensionI’deverseen,thehighest
scoresinourgrade,andshewassnarky.Meaning,shemadealotof“cleverobservations”aboutpeoplebehindtheirbacks.Therewereabunchofpeople—likeMaya,forinstance—whocouldn’tstandher.ButIcouldn’twaittogettoknowherbetter.Tobefriendswithher,maybe!Tolaughathersarcasticgibes.Morethananything,though,Ijustreallyreallyreallywantedhertolikeme!“Ihopethisisallgoingtobeworththetime-suck,”Ximenawassaying.“Imean,we’vegotsomany
otherthingsgoingonthismonth!Thatsciencefairproject?”“Ihaven’tevenstartedmine,”saidSummer.“Me,neither!”Isaid,thoughthatactuallywasn’ttrueatall.RemoandIhadfinishedourdioramaofa
cellthefirstweekbackfromwinterbreak.“I justwant tomakesurewegetenough rehearsal time for thisdance,”Ximenasaid, lookingather
phone.“Idon’twanttobeonstageatCarnegieHalllookinglikeatotalidiotbecausewedidn’trehearseenough—allbecauseMrs.Atanabiwastooflakytoshowupontime.”“Youknow,”Isaid,tryingtosoundcasual,“ifweeverneedaplacetorehearseawayfromschool,you
guyscouldcomeovertomyhouse.Ihaveamirroredwallinmybasementandabarre.Mymomusedtoteachballetoutofourhouse.”“Irememberyourbasement!”saidSummercheerfully.“YouhadthatFlowerFairybirthdaypartythere
once!”“Back in the second grade,” I answered, a little embarrassed shewouldmention Flower Fairies in
frontofXimena.“Doyoulivefarfromhere?”Ximenaaskedme,scrollingthroughhertexts.“Justtenblocksaway.”“Okay,textmeyouraddress,”shesaid.“Sure!”Isaid,whippingoutmyphone,thinkingI’mtextingXimenaChinmyaddresslikethebigdork
thatIam.“Umm,sorry,what’syournumber?”She didn’t look up from her phone but held her hand up tomy face, like a crossing guard. There,
runningverticallydownthesideofherpalm,washerphonenumberwritteninneatblocklettersindarkbluepen.Ikeyedhernumberintomycontactsandtextedhermyaddress.“Hey,youknow,” I saidas Iwas texting, “youguyscouldcomeover tomorrowafter school, ifyou
want.Wecanstartrehearsingthen.”“Okay,”Ximenamumbledcasually,whichmademewanttogasp.XimenaChiniscomingovertomy
housetomorrow!“Oh,Iactuallycan’t,”saidSummer,squintinghereyesapologetically.“I’mhangingoutwithAuggie
tomorrow.”“WhataboutFriday,then?”Iasked.“Can’t,”saidXimena.Shehadobviouslyfinishedtextingnowandlookedup.“Thenmaybenextweek?”Isaid.“We’ll figure out some other time,” Ximena answered indifferently. She started running her fingers
throughherhair.“Iforgetyou’refriendswiththefreak,”shesaidtoSummer,smiling.“What’sthatlike?”
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Idon’tthinkshewaseventryingtobemeanwhenshesaidthis.That’sreallyjusthowalotofpeopleautomaticallyreferredtoAuggiePullman.IlookedatSummer.Don’tsayanything,Ithought.ButIknewshewould.
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HowNobodyGetsMadattheLavenderFairySummersighed.“Couldyoupleasenotcallhimthat?”sheasked,almostshyly.Ximenaacted likeshedidn’tget it.“Why?He’snothere,”shesaid,pullingherhair intoaponytail.
“It’sjustanickname.”“It’sanawfulnickname,”Summeranswered.“Itmakesmefeelbad.”Here’sthethingwithSummerDawson:shehasthiswayoftalkingwhereshecansaystufflikethis,and
peopledon’tseemtomind.IfIhadsaidsomethinglikethis?Forgetit,peoplewouldbeallovermeaboutbeingagoodytwo-shoes!ButwhentheLavenderFairydoesit,withhercutelittleeyebrowsraisedlikesmilesonherforehead,shedoesn’tcomeoffaspreachy.Shejustseemssweet.“Oh,okay,I’msorry,”answeredXimenaapologetically,hereyesopenwide.“Ihonestlywasn’ttrying
tobemean,Summer.ButIwon’tcallhimthatagain,Ipromise.”Shesoundedlikeshewasgenuinelysorry,but therewassomethingaboutherexpressionthatalways
madeyouwonderifshewasbeingcompletelysincere.Ithinkithadsomethingtodowiththedimpleinherleftcheek.Shealmostcouldn’thelplookingmischievous.Summerlookedatherdoubtfully.“It’sfine.”“Ireallyamsorry,”saidXimena,almostlikeshewastryingtosmoothoutherdimple.NowSummersmiled.“Totallycoolbeans,”shesaid.“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” answeredXimena, giving Summer a little squeeze. “You
reallyareasaint,Summer.”Forasecond,IfeltaquickpangofjealousythatXimenaseemedtolikeSummersomuch.“Idon’tthinkanyoneshouldcallhimafreak,either,”Isaidabsently.Now,hereIhavetostopandsaysomethinginmydefense—IHAVENOIDEAWHYISAIDTHAT!It
literally just came out of me, this stupid string of words hurling from my mouth like vomit! I knewimmediatelyhowobnoxiousitmademesound.“Soyou’venevercalledhimthat,”Ximenasaid,raisingoneeyebrowhigh.Thewayshewaslookingat
me,itwaslikeshewasdaringmetoblink.“Ium…,”Isaid.Icouldfeelmyearsturningred.No,I’msorryIsaidit.Don’thateme,XimenaChin!“Letmeaskyousomething,”shesaidquickly.“Wouldyougooutwithhim?”Itwassooutoftheblue,Ialmostdidn’tknowwhattosay.“What?No!”Iansweredimmediately.“Exactly,”shesaid,likeshehadjustprovedapoint.“Butnotbecauseofhowhelooks,”Isaid,flustered.“Justbecausewedon’thaveanythingincommon!”“Oh,comeon!”laughedXimena.“That’ssonottrue.”Ididn’tknowwhatshewasgettingat.
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“Wouldyougooutwithhim?”Iasked.“Ofcoursenot,”sheansweredcalmly.“ButI’mnotabouttobehypocriticalaboutit.”IglancedatSummer,whogavemeanouch,thathurtslook.“Hey, Idon’twant tobemean,”continuedXimenamatter-of-factly.“Butwhenyousay,Oh,Iwould
nevercallhimafreak,ittotallymakesmelooklikeajerkbecauseIhadobviouslyjustcalledhimthat,andit’skindofannoyingbecauseeveryoneknowsthatMr.Tushmanaskedyoutobehiswelcomebuddyand that’swhyyoudon’t callhima freak likeeverybodyelsedoes.Summerbecame friendswithhimwithoutanyoneforcinghertobehiswelcomebuddy,whichiswhyshe’sasaint.”“I’mnotasaint,”Summeransweredquickly.“AndIdon’tthinkCharlottewouldhavecalledhimthat,
evenifMr.Tushmanhadn’taskedhertobeawelcomebuddy.”“See?You’rebeingasaintevennow,”saidXimena.“Idon’tthinkIwouldhavecalledhimafreak,”Isaidquietly.Ximenacrossedherarms.Shewaslookingatmewithaknowingsmile.“Youknow,you’renicertohimwhenyou’reinfrontofteachers,”shesaidveryseriously.“It’sbeen
noticed.”BeforeIcouldanswer—notthatIevenknewwhatIwouldhaveanswered—Mrs.Atanabiburstintothe
performancespacethroughthedoubledoorsinthebackoftheauditorium.“SosorryI’mlate,sosorryI’mlate!”sheannouncedbreathlessly,coveredinsnow.Shelookedlikea
littlesnowmanasshewalkeddownthestairscarryingfourridiculouslyfulltotebags.XimenaandSummerranupthestairstohelpher,butIturnedaroundandwalkedouttothehallway.I
pretended to drink at thewater fountain, butwhat I really needed to gulp downwas air. Ice-cold air.BecauseIcouldfeelmycheeksburning,liketheywereonfire.ItfeltlikeI’djustgottenslappedintheface.Icouldseeoutthehallwaywindowthatthesnowreallywascomingdownhardnow,andapartofmejustwantedtorunoutsideandice-skateaway.Is thathowother people sawme?Like Iwas this hypocritical fake or something?Orwas that just
Ximenabeinghertypicalsnarkyself?You’renicertohimwhenyou’reinfrontofteachers.It’sbeennoticed.Isthattrue?Hasitbeennoticed?Imean,havetherebeenacoupleoftimeswhenIwasbeingespecially
nice to Auggie Pullman because I knew it would get back to Mr. Tushman that I was being a goodwelcomebuddy?Maybe.Idon’tknow!Butevenifthatwerethecase,atleastIcansayI’vebeennicetohim!That’smorethanmostpeople
cansay!That’smorethanXimenacansay!IstillrememberthattimeshewaspartneredwithAuggieindanceclassandlookedlikeshewasabouttothrowup.I’veneverdoneanythinglikethattoAuggie!Okay,somaybeIamalittlenicertoAuggiewhenteachersarearound.Isthatsohorrible?It’sbeennoticed?Whatdoesthatevenmean?Noticedbywho?Savanna?Ellie?Isthatwhattheysay
aboutme?Isthatwhattheyweretalkingaboutinthelunchroomyesterday,whentheyweresoobviouslytalkingaboutmethatevenMaya—whocanbesocluelessaboutsocialstuff—feltsorryforme?HerethiswholetimeIhadassumedthatXimenaChindidn’tevenknowwhoIwas!Andnow,itturns
out,I’vebeennoticed.MorethanIeverwantedtobe.
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HowIReceivedMyFirstSurpriseoftheDayIwalkedback inside theperformance space asMrs.Atanabi finishedunwrappingherself fromall herwintrylayers.Hercoat,herscarf,andhersweaterwereallscatteredaroundheronthefloor,whichwaswetfromthesnowshehadbroughtinsidewithher.“Ohmygosh,ohmygosh!”shekeptsayingoverandoveragain,fanningherselfwithbothhands.“It’s
reallystartingtocomedownnow.”Sheploppedontothepianobenchinfrontofthestageandcaughtherbreath.“Ohmygosh,Idohate
beinglate!”IsawXimenaandSummerexchangeknowinglooks.“WhenIwas little,”Mrs.Atanabicontinued, talkingin thatchatterboxwayofhers thatsomepeople
lovedandsomepeoplethoughtmadeherseemcrazy,“mymotheractuallyusedtochargemysisterandmeonedollareverytimewewerelateforsomething.Literally,everytimeIwaslate—evenifitwasjustfordinner—Ihad topaymymomadollar!”She laughedandstarted redoingherbun,holdingacoupleofbobbypinsinherteethwhileshetalked.“Whenyourentireallowancefortheweekisonlythreebucks,youlearntobudgetyourtime!That’swhyI’mconditionedtohatebeinglate!”“Andyet,”Ximenapointedout,smilinginthatslywayofhers,“youwerestilllatetoday.Maybewe
shouldchargeyouadollarfromnowon?”“Ha-ha-ha!” laughedMrs.Atanabi good-naturedly, flicking off her boots. “Yes, Iwas late,Ximena!
Andthat’sactuallynotabadidea.MaybeIshouldgiveallthreeofyouadollar!”Ximenakindoflaughed,assumingshewasjoking.“Infact,”Mrs.Atanabisaid,reachingforherpocketbook,“IthinkI’mgoingtogiveeachoneofyou
girlsadollarbilleverytimeI’mlatetoarehearsal.Fromnowon!That’llforcemetobeontime!”Summer shotme a quizzical look.We started to realize thatMrs. Atanabi, who had pulled out her
wallet,wasserious.“Ohno,Mrs.Atanabi,”saidSummer,shakingherhead.“Youdon’thavetodothat.”“Iknow!ButI’mgoingto!”answeredMrs.Atanabi,smiling.“Now,here’stherub.I’llagreetogive
eachofyouadollareverytimeI’mlatetoarehearsalifyouagreetogivemeadollareverytimeyou’relateforarehearsal.”“Areyouallowedtodothat?”Ximenaaskedincredulously.“Takemoneyfromastudent?”Iwasthinkingthesamething.“Whynot?”answeredMrs.Atanabi.“You’reinprivateschool.Youcanaffordit!Probablymorethan
Ican.”Thislastpartshemuttered.Andthenshestartedcrackingup.Mrs.Atanabiwaskindoffamousforlaughingatherownjokes.Youprettymuchhadtogetusedtoit.Shepulledthreecrispdollarbillsoutofherwalletandheldthemupintheairforustosee.“So,whatdoyougirlssay?”shesaid.“Isitadeal?”Ximenalookedatbothofus.“IknowI’mnevergoingtobelate,”shesaidtous.
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“I’mnotgoingtobelate,either!”saidSummer.Ishrugged,stillunabletolookXimenaintheeyes.“Me,neither,”Isaid.“Thenit’sadeal!”saidMrs.Atanabi,walkingovertous.“Foryou,mademoiselle,”shesaidtoXimena,handingheraspanking-newdollarbill.“Merci!”saidXimena,shootingusaquicksmile,whichIpretendednottosee.ThenMrs.AtanabiwalkedovertomeandSummer.“Foryou,andforyou,”shesaid,handinguseachadollarbill.“GodblessAmerica,”webothansweredatthesametime.Wait.What?Welookedateachother,ourmouthsandeyesopenwide.Suddenlyeverythingthatoccurredinthelast
halfhourseemedtoloseanyimportance—ifwhatIthinkjusthappeneddidjusthappen.“Theaccordion-man?”Iwhisperedexcitedly.Summergaspedandnoddedhappily.“Theaccordion-man!”
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HowWeWenttoNarniaIt’sfunnyhowyoucanknowsomeoneyourwholelife,butnotreallyknowthematall.Here,thiswholetime,I’vebeenlivinginaparallelworldtoSummerDawson,anicegirlI’veknownsincekindergartenwhoI’vealwaysthoughtlookedliketheLavenderFairy.Butwe’dneveractuallybecomefriendfriends!Notforanyparticularreason.Itjustworkedoutthatway.ThesamewaythatEllieandIweredestinedtobefriendsbecauseMs.Diamondhadsatusnexttoeachotheronthefirstdayofschool,SummerandIweredestinednottogettoknoweachotherbecausewewereneverinthesameclasses.ExceptforPEandswim,andassemblyandconcertsandstuff like that,ourpathsnevercrossed in lowerschool.Ourmomsweren’treallyfriends,soweneverhadplaydates.Sure,IinvitedhertomyFlowerFairybirthdaypartyonce.ButitreallywasbecauseEllieandIthoughtshelookedliketheLavenderFairy!Andsure,we’dhangout a bit at other people’s bowlingparties and at sleepovers and stuff.WewereFacebookfriends.Wehadlotsofpeopleincommon.Weweretotallyfriendly.Butwewereneveractuallyfriends.So,whenshesaid“GodblessAmerica,”italmostfeltlikeIwasmeetingherforthefirsttimeinmy
life.Imaginefindingoutthattherewassomeoneelseintheworldwhoknewasecretthatonlyyouknew!Itwaslikeaninvisiblebridgehadinstantlybeenbuiltconnectingus.Or,likewehadstumbledontoatinydoorinthebackofawardrobeandanaccordion-playingfaunhadwelcomedustoNarnia.
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HowIReceivedMySecondSurpriseoftheDayBeforeSummerandIcouldsayanythingelseonthesubjectoftheaccordion-man,Mrs.Atanabibrushedherhands togetherandsaid itwas timeto“get towork.”Wespent therestof therehearsal time,sincetherewasonlyhalfanhourleft, listeningtoMrs.Atanabigiveusaquickoverviewofthedancewhilealsoperiodically checking theweather apponherphone.Wedidn’t reallydo any actual dancing: justsomebasicstepsandalittleroughblocking.“We’ll startgetting into it next time!”Mrs.Atanabi assuredus. “Ipromise Iwon’tbe late!Seeyou
Friday!Staywarm!Becarefulgoinghome!”“Bye,Mrs.Atanabi!”“Bye!”Assoonasshewasgone,SummerandIcametogetherlikemagnets,talkingexcitedlyatthesametime.“Ican’tbelieveyouknowwhoI’mtalkingabout,”Isaid.“GodblessAmerica!”sheanswered.“Doyouhaveanyideawhathappenedtohim?”“No!Iaskedaroundandeverything.”“Idid,too!Nooneknowswhathappenedtohim.”“It’slikehejustvanishedoffthefaceoftheearth!”“It’slikewhovanishedoff thefaceof theearth?”askedXimena, lookingatuscuriously. Iguess the
wayweweresquealingandcarryingon,itdidseemlikesomethingmajorhadjusthappened.Iwasstillkindofkeepingmydistancefromherbecauseofbefore,soIletSummeranswer.“This guywho used to play the accordion onMain Street,” said Summer. “In front of theA&P on
Moore?Hewasalwaystherewithhisguidedog?I’msureyoumusthavenoticedhim.Wheneveryou’ddropmoneyintohisaccordioncase,he’dsay,‘GodblessAmerica.’ ”“GodblessAmerica,”Ichimedinattheexactsametime.“Anyway,”shecontinued,“he’sbeenthereforforever,butacoupleofmonthsago,hejustwasn’tthere
anymore.”“Andnooneknowswhathappenedtohim!”Iadded.“It’slikethismystery.”“Wait,sothisisahomelesspersonyou’retalkingabout?”askedXimena,kindofmakingthesameeww
faceSavannamakessometimes.“Idon’tknowifGordy’shomeless,actually,”Summeranswered.“Youknowhisname?”Iasked,completelysurprised.“Yeah,”sheansweredmatter-of-factly.“GordyJohnson.”“Howdoyouknowthat?”“Idon’tknow.Mydadusedtotalktohim,”sheanswered,shrugging.“Hewasaveteran,andmydad
wasamarine,andwasalwayslike,Thatgentleman’sahero,Summer.Heservedhiscountry.Weusedtobringhimcoffeeandabagelonthewaytoschoolsometimes.Mymomgavehimmydad’soldparka.”
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“Wait,wasitanorangeCanadaGooseparka?”Isaid,pointingather.“Yes!”Summeransweredhappily.“Irememberthatparka!”Iscreamed,grabbingherhands.“OMG,youguysaretotallygeekingout,”Ximenalaughed.“Allthisoverahomelessguyinanorange
parka?”SummerandIlookedateachother.“It’shardtoexplain,”saidSummer.ButIcouldtellshefeltit,too:ourconnectionoverthis.Ourbond.
ItwasourversionoftheBigBang.“OhmyGod,Summer!”Isaid,grabbingherarm.“Maybewecouldtrackhimdown!Wecouldfindout
whereheisandmakesurehe’sokay!Ifyouknowhisname,weshouldbeabletodothat!”“Youthinkwecould?”askedSummer,hereyesdoingthatlittledancingthingtheydidwhenshewas
super-happy.“Iwouldlovethat!”“Wait,wait,wait,” saidXimena, shakingherhead. “Areyouguys serious?Youwant to trackdown
somehomelessdudeyoubarelyknow?”Sheactedlikeshecouldn’tbelievewhatshewashearing.“Yes,”webothsaid,lookingateachotherhappily.“Whobarelyknowsyou?”“He’llknowme!”Summersaidconfidently.“EspeciallyifItellhimI’mSergeantDawson’sdaughter.”“Willheknowyou,Charlotte?”Ximenaaskedme,hereyesnarrowingdoubtfully.“Ofcoursenot!”Iansweredherquickly,justwantinghertostoptalking.“He’sblind,stupid!”Themoment I said it, everythinggotquiet.Even the radiator,whichhadbeenmakingall these loud
banging noises in the performance space until then, suddenly fell silent. As if the performance spacewantedtohearmywordsechointheair.He’sblind,stupid.He’sblind,stupid.He’sblind,stupid.Anothervomitofwords.It’salmostlikeIwastryingtogetXimenaChintohateme!Iwaitedforhertohitmewithasarcasticcomeback,somethingthatwouldslapmelikeaninvisible
handacrosstheface.But,instead,tomyutterandcompleteamazement,shestartedtolaugh.Summerstartedtolaugh,too.“He’sblind,stupid!”shesaid,imitatingthewayIhadsaiditexactly.“He’sblind,stupid!”Ximenarepeated.Theybothstartedcrackingup.Ithinkthehorrifiedlookonmyfacemadeitevenfunnierforthem.Every
timetheylookedatme,theylaughedharder.“I’msosorryIsaidthat,Ximena,”Iwhisperedquickly.Ximenashookherhead,wipinghereyeswiththepalmofherhand.“It’sfine,”sheanswered,catchingherbreath.“Ikindofhadthatcoming.”Therewasn’tatraceofsnarkinesstoherrightnow.Shewassmiling.“Look,Ididn’tmeantoinsultyouearlier,”shesaid.“WhatIsaidaboutAuggie.Iknowyou’renotonly
nicetohiminfrontofteachers.I’msorryIsaidthat.”Icouldn’tbelieveshewasapologizing.“No,it’sfine,”Ianswered,fumbling.“Really?”sheasked.“Idon’twantyoutobemadatme.”
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“I’mnot!”“Icanbeatotaljerksometimes,”shesaidregretfully.“ButIreallywantustobefriends.”“Okay.”“Awww,”saidSummer,stretchingherarmsouttous.“Comeon,guys.Grouphug.”Shewrapped her fairy wings around us, and for a few seconds, we came together in an awkward
embracethatlastedasecondtoolongandendedinmoregiggles.Thistime,Iwaslaughing,too.Thatturnedouttobethebiggestsurpriseoftheday.Notfindingoutthatpeoplehavenoticedme.Not
findingoutthatSummerknewtheaccordion-man’sname.But realizing that Ximena Chin, under her layers and layers and layers of snarkiness andmischief,
couldactuallybekindofsweet.Whenshewasn’tbeingkindofmean.
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HowWeGottoKnowEachOtherBetterThenextfewweeksflewby!Acrazyblurofsnowstorms,anddancerehearsals,andsciencefairprojects,andstudyingfortests,andtryingtosolvethemysteryofwhathadhappenedtoGordyJohnson(moreonthatlater).Mrs.Atanabiturnedouttobequitethelittledrillsergeant!Lovable,inherowncute,waddlyway,but
reallypushy.Like,wecouldneverpracticeenoughforher.Drills,drills,drills.Enpointe!Shimmy!Hiproll!Classicalballet!Moderndance!Alittlebitof jazz!Notap!Downbeat!Half toe!Everythingdoneherway, because she had a lot of very specific dance quirks.Things she obsessed about.The dancesthemselvesweren’thard.The twist.Themonkey.TheWatusi.Thepony.Thehitchhike.Theswim.Thehucklebuck.The shingaling.But itwasdoing themexactly theway shewantedus todo them thatwashard.Doingthemaspartofalargerchoreographedpiece.Anddoingtheminsync.That’swhatwespentmost of our time working on. The way we carried our arms. The way we snapped our fingers. Ourturnouts.Ourjumps.Wehadtoworkhardonlearninghowtodancealike—notjusttogether!The dance we spent the most time working on was the shingaling. It was the centerpiece of Mrs.
Atanabi’swholedancenumber,what sheused to transition fromonedance style to thenext.But thereweresomanyvariationstoit—theLatinone,theR&Bone,thefunkshingaling—itwashardnottomixthemup.AndMrs.Atanabiwassoparticularaboutthewayeachonewasdanced!Funnyhowshecouldbesoloosey-gooseyaboutsomethings—likeneveroncegettingtoarehearsalontime!—andyetbesostrictaboutotherthings—like,Godforbidyoudoadiagonalchasséinsteadofasidewayschassé!Uh-oh,careful,theworldasyouknowitmightend!I’m not saying that Mrs. Atanabi wasn’t nice, by the way. I want to be fair. Shewas super-nice.
Reassuringusifwewerehavingtroublewithanewroutine:“Smallsteps,girls!Everythingstartswithsmallsteps!”Surprisinguswithbrowniesafteraparticularlyintenseworkout.Drivingushomewhenshekeptusrehearsingtoolate.Tellingusfunnystoriesaboutotherteachers.Personalstoriesaboutherownlife.Howshe’dgrownupintheBarrio.Howsomeofherfriendshadgonedowna“wrong”path.HowwatchingAmericanBandstandhadsavedherlife.Howshe’dmetherhusband,whowasalsoadancer,whileperformingwithCirqueduSoleilinQuebec.“Wefellinlovedoingarabesquesonatightropethirtyfeetintheair.”Butitwasintense.WhenIwouldgotosleepatnight,Ihadsomuchinformationbouncingaroundmy
head!Bitsofmusic.Thingstomemorize.Mathequations.To-dolists.Mrs.AtanabisayinginhersmoothEastHarlemaccent:“It’stheshingaling,baby!”ThereweretimeswhenIwouldjustputmyheadsetontodrownoutthechatterinmybrain.Iwashavingsomuchfun,though,Iwouldn’thavechangedathing.Becausethebestpartaboutallthe
crazyrehearsingandMrs.Atanabi’sdrillsandeverythingelse—andIdon’twanttosoundcorny—wasthatXimena,Summer,andIwerereallystartingtogettoknoweachother.Okay,thatdoessoundcorny.Butit’strue!Look,I’mnotsayingwebecamebestfriendsoranything.SummerstillhungoutwithAuggie.XimenastillhungoutwithSavanna.IstillplayeddotswithMaya.Butwewerebecomingfriends.Like,friendfriends.
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Ximena’ssnarkiness,bytheway,wascompletelyput-on.Somethingshecouldtakeoffwhenevershewantedto.Likeascarfyouwearasanaccessoryuntilitstartsfeelingitchyaroundyourneck.WhenshewaswithSavanna,sheworethescarf.Withus,shetookitoff.That’snottosayIdidn’tstillgetnervousaroundhersometimes!OMG.Thefirsttimeshecameovertomyhouse?Iwasacompletewreck!Iwasnervous thatmymomwouldembarrassme. Iwasnervous that thestuffedanimalsonmybedwere toopink. Iwasnervousabout theBigTimeRush posteronmybedroomdoor. Iwasnervous thatmydog,Suki,wouldpeeonher.But,ofcourse,everythingturnedoutfine!Ximenawastotallynice.SaidIhadacoolroom.Offeredto
dothedishesafterdinner.MadefunofaparticularlyhilariousphotoofmewhenIwasthree,whichwasfairbecauseIlooklikeasockpuppetinit!Atsomepointduringthatafternoon,Idon’tevenknowwhenitwas, I actually stopped thinkingXimenaChin is inmy house!XimenaChin is inmy house! and juststartedhavingfun.Thatwashugeformebecauseitwasaturningpoint,themomentIstoppedactinglikeanidiotaroundXimena.Nomorewordvomits.IguessthatwaswhenItookmy“scarf”off,too.Anyway, February was intense, but awesome. And by the end of February, we were pretty much
hangingoutatmyplaceeverydayafter school,dancing in frontof themirroredwalls, self-correcting,matchingourmoves.Wheneverwe’dget tired,ordiscouraged,oneofuswouldsay inMrs.Atanabi’saccent,“It’stheshingaling,baby!”Andthatwouldkeepusgoing.And sometimeswe didn’t rehearse. Sometimeswe just chilled inmy living room by the fire doing
homeworktogether.Orhangingout.Or,occasionally,searchingforGordyJohnson.
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HowIPreferHappyEndingsOneof the things Imiss themost aboutbeinga littlekid is thatwhenyou’re little, all themoviesyouwatch have happy endings. Dorothy goes back to Kansas. Charlie gets the chocolate factory. Edmundredeemshimself.Ilikethat.Ilikehappyendings.But,asyougetolder,youstartseeingthatsometimesstoriesdon’thavehappyendings.Sometimesthey
evenhavesadendings.Ofcourse, thatmakesformoreinterestingstorytelling,becauseyoudon’tknowwhat’sgoingtohappen.Butit’salsokindofscary.Anyway,thereasonI’mbringingthisupisbecausethemorewelookedforGordyJohnson,themoreI
startedrealizingthatthisstorymightnothaveahappyending.WehadstartedoursearchbysimplyGooglinghisname.But,itturnsout,therearehundredsofGordy
Johnsons. Gordon Johnsons. Gordie Johnsons. There’s a famous jazz musician named Gordy Johnson(whichwe theorized could explain the rumor the eye-shopman had heard aboutour Gordy Johnson).There are politician Gordon Johnsons. Construction worker Gordon Johnsons. Veterans. Lots ofobituaries.TheInternetdoesn’tdistinguishbetweennamesofthelivingandnamesofthedead.Andeverytimeweclickedononeofthosenames,wewouldberelievedthatitwasn’tourGordyJohnson.Butsadthatitwassomeoneelse’sGordyJohnson.Atfirst,Ximenadidn’treallyjoininthesearch.ShewouldbedoingherhomeworkortextingMileson
onesideofthebedroomwhileSummerandIhuddledaroundmylaptop,scrollingthroughpageafterpageofdeadends.Butoneday,Ximenapulledherchairnexttooursandstartedlookingoverourshoulders.“Maybeyoushouldtrysearchingbyimage,”shesuggested.Whichwedid.Itwasstilladeadend.Butafterthat,Ximenabecameasinterestedinfindingoutwhat
happenedtoGordyJohnsonaswewere.
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HowIDiscoveredSomethingAboutMayaMeanwhile,atschool,everythingwasbusinessasusual.Wehadoursciencefair.RemoandIgotaB+forourcell-anatomydiorama,whichwasmorethanIthoughtwewouldgetconsideringIspentaslittletimeonthatprojectaspossible.XimenaandSavannabuiltasundial.ThemostinterestingonewasprobablyAuggie and Jack’s, though. It was a working lamp that was powered by a potato. I figured Auggieprobably didmost of the work, since, let’s face it, Jack’s never been what one would call a “giftedstudent,” but hewas so happy to have gotten anA on it.He looked so cute!!! Like a little happy butsomewhatcluelessemoticon.AndthiswasmyemoticonwhenIsawhim:BytheendofFebruary,theboywarhadreallyescalated,though.Summerfilledmeinaboutwhatwas
goingon,sinceshehadtheinsidescooponeverythingfromAuggieandJack’spointofview.Apparently—andIwassworntosecrecy—JulianhadstartedleavingreallynastyyellowPost-itnotesforJackandAuggieintheirlockers.Ifeltsobadforthem!Mayafeltbadforthem,too.Shehadbecomeobsessedwiththeboywarherself,thoughIwasn’tsure
why at first. It’s not like she had evermade any attempts to be friendswithAuggie!And she alwaystreatedJacklikeagoofball.Like,backinthedayswhenEllieandIwouldpointouthowcutehelookedinhisArtfulDodgertophat,Mayawouldstickherfingersinherearsandcrosshereyes,asifeventhethoughtofhimrepulsedher.SoIfiguredherinterestinthewarhadtodowiththefactthat,quirkyasshewas,Mayahadagoodheart.Itwasonlyonedayatlunch,whenIsawherhardatworkonsomekindoflist,thatIunderstoodwhy
shecaredsomuch.Inhernotebook,whereshedesignsherdotgames,shehadthreerowsoftinyPost-itswiththenamesofalltheboysinthegrade.Shewassortingthemintocolumns:Jack’sside;Julian’sside;neutrals.“Ithinkit’llhelpJacktoknowhe’snotaloneinthiswar,”sheexplained.That’swhenIrealized:MayahasalittlecrushonJackWill!Awww,that’ssocute!“Sweet,” I answered, notwanting tomakeher self-conscious. So I helpedher organize the list.We
disagreedaboutsomeoftheneutrals.Sheultimatelygaveintome.Thenshecopiedthelistontoapieceofloose-leafpaperandfoldeditinhalf,theninquarters,thenineighths,theninsixteenths.“Whatareyougoingtodowithit?”“Idon’tknow,”sheanswered,pushingherglassesbackuphernose.“Idon’twantittogetinthewrong
hands.”“YouwantmetogiveittoSummer?”“Yes.”SoIgavethelisttoSummertogivetoJackandAuggie.IthinkSummermighthaveassumedthatIhad
madethelistmyself,whichIdidn’tcorrectbecauseIhadhelpedMayaworkonthelist,soIthoughtitwasfine.
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“How’sthedancestuffgoing?”Mayaaskedmeinherflat-voicedwaythatsameday.Iknewshewasjust trying tobepolite, since shecouldn’t care less.But shewasgood thatway.At least shemadeanefforttoactinterested.“Crazy!!!”Ianswered,bitingintomysandwich.“Mrs.Atanabiisabsolutelyinsane!”“Ha.Mrs.Mad-anabi,”saidMaya.“Yeah,”Isaid.“Goodone.”“It’slikeyou’vebeenhibernatingthewholemonthofFebruary,though!”saidMaya.“I’vebarelyseen
you.Youneverwalkhomewithusafterschool.”Inodded.“Iknow.We’vebeenpracticingat lunchtimelately.Butwe’llbedonesoonenough.Justa
fewmoreweeks.ThegalaisonMarchfifteenth.”“BewaretheidesofMarch,”shesaid.“Ohyeah!Right,”Isaid,thoughIhadabsolutelynoideawhatshewastalkingabout.“So,wanttoseethesketchesformynewestcolossaldotgame?”“Sure,”Ianswered,takingadeepbreath.Shepulledouthernotebookandlaunchedintoadetailedexplanationofhowshehadstoppedusinggrid
patternsforherdotsandwasnowusingchalkart–stylegraphicstocreatemurals,sothatwhenthedotsgotfilledin,theywould“haveadynamicflowpattern.”Orsomethinglikethat.Thetruthis,Ihadtroublefollowingwhatshewassaying.TheonlypartIheardforsurewaswhenshesaid:“Ihaven’tbroughtmynewdotgametoschoolyetbecauseIwanttomakesureyou’rearoundtoplayit.”“Oh,sweet,”Ianswered,scratchingmyhead.Icouldn’tbelievehowboredIwasatthemoment.She started saying something else about the dots, and I glanced over at Summer’s table to distract
myself.She,Jack,andAuggiewerelaughing.Icouldguaranteeyouonething:theyweren’ttalkingaboutdots!ThereweretimeswhenIreallywishedIhadthegutstojustgoandsitwiththem.ThenIlookedoverattheSavannatable.Theywerealllaughingandhavingagoodtime,too.Savanna.
Ellie.Gretchen.Ximena. All talking to the boys at the table across from them: Julian,Miles, Henry,Amos.“Isn’tsheawful?”saidMaya,followingmygaze.“Ellie?”Iasked,becausethat’swhoIwaslookingatthatexactmoment.“No.XimenaChin.”IturnedaroundandgaveMayaalook.IknewshehatedXimena,butforsomereason,thewayshehad
saidit,inthisseethingtone,justsurprisedme.“So,whatisthisthingyouhaveagainstXimenaChin?”Iasked.“It’sElliewhoditchedus,remember?It’sSavannawhohasn’tbeennicetous.”“That’snottrue,”Mayaargued.“Savanna’salwaysbeennicetome.Weusedtohaveplaydatesallthe
timewhenwewereinlowerschool.”Ishookmyhead.“Yeah,but,Maya,”Isaid,“playdatesdon’tcount.Halfthetime,ourmomssetthose
up.Nowwegettochoosewhowewanttohangoutwith.AndSavannaischoosingnottohangoutwithus.Ellieischoosingnottohangoutwithus.Justlikewe’rechoosingnottohangoutwithsomepeople.It’snotthatbigadeal.Butit’scertainlynotXimenaChin’sfault.”MayapeeredoverherglassesattheSavannatable.AsIwatchedher,Irealizedshestilllookedexactly
thewayshedidinkindergarten,whenwewouldhavetetherballgamesintheplaygroundorgoonfairyquestsintheparkatsunset.
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Insomeways,Mayahadn’tgrownupthatmuchsincethen.Herface,herglasses,andherhair—theywerealmostidenticaltowhattheyusedtobe.Shewastallernow,ofcourse.Butalmosteverythingelseremainedunchanged.Especiallyherexpressions.Theywereexactlythesame.“No,Ellieusedtobenicetome,”sheansweredverysurely.“JustlikeSavannawas.Iblameitallon
XimenaChin.”
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HowFebruaryMadeUsMoney,Too!BytheendofFebruary,we’dmadethirty-sixdollars!Mrs.Atanabihadbeenlatetoeverysinglerehearsal.Every.Single.One.Itgotsothatshewouldactuallycometorehearsalwithcrispdollarbillsallreadyinherhandstogive
us.Shewould literally showup,begin talking,handus themoneywithout evenacknowledging it, andstartthedanceclass!Itwasalmostlikeitwasthepriceofadmission.Whatshepaidtogetthroughthedoor.Sofunny!Thenatonepointhalfwaythroughthemonth,sheherselfsuggesteduppingtheamountofthepenaltyshe
wouldgiveusforbeinglatefromonedollartofivedollars.This,sheassuredus,woulddefinitelykeepherfrombeinglateinthefuture.Butof course thatdidn’twork, either.Andnow, insteadof coming to rehearsalpreparedwithcrisp
one-dollarbillsinherhand,shewouldcomeinwithcrispfive-dollarbills.Whichshesimplydroppedontopofourbackpacksbythedoorwithoutsayingaword.Thepriceofadmission.Swoosh.Swoosh.Swoosh.“GodblessAmerica.”EvenXimenasaidthatnow.
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HowXimenaMadeaDiscovery
AscensionTranscendsByMelissaCrotts,NYTMuseTech,February1978
Ascension, in its world premiere at the Nelly Regina Theater, is the stunningdebutbychoreographerPetraEchevarri,recentgraduateofJuilliardandwinnerofthePrincessGraceAward.Amesmerizingreinterpretationofthedancefadsofthe’60s—asseenthroughtheKodachromiclensoftheauthor’schildhoodinNYC’sBarrio—thispieceisarivetingandjoyfulhomagetothescratchy,catchy,andsoon-to-be-lost tracksof thedecade.Chock-fullofbreathtaking leapsandinnovativestepsthatbelieMs.Echevarri’sowntrainingintheclassicalstyle,thework takesoneparticulardance, theshingaling,andcreatesavisualnarrativethroughwhichtherestoftheworkweaves.“ThereasonIchosetheshingalingasthecenterpieceofthisdance,”explains
Echevarri, “is because it’s the only one of the dance fads of the time thatactuallyevolvedover theyears to reflect themusical stylesandgenresof themusicians and dancers interpreting it. There are somany types of shingaling:Latin, soul,R&B, funk, psychedelic, and rock and roll. It’s the one dance thatintersectseverygenre.Thecommonthread.“Growingupinthe’60s,musicwaseverythingtomeandmyfriends.Ididn’t
havemoney for dance lessons.American Bandstand wasmy dance teacher.Thosedancefadsoftheeraweremytraining.”Echevarrididn’tbegin formaldance traininguntil theageof twelve,butonce
shedid,therewasnolookingback.“OnceIgot intoPerformingArts,andthenJuilliard,”recallsEchevarri,“IknewIcoulddoit.Icoulddefytheodds.Noneofmyneighborhoodfriendsdid.The’hoodisatoughplacetoleave.”Whenaskedwhyshechose theshingalingas themain themeofherdance,
Echevarri grows wistful. “A couple of years ago, about a month beforegraduating from Juilliard, I attended the funeral of a childhood friend—one ofthosegirlswhousedtocometomyhouseforBandstand.Ihadn’tseenherforyears,butI’dheardshewasinabadway,hadgotteninwiththewrongcrowd.Anyway,hermothersawmeatthefuneral,andsaidherdaughterhadmadeagiftforme,agraduationpresent.Icouldn’timaginewhatitwas!”Echevarriholdsupacassette tape. “Thisgirlhadmademea tapeofevery
shingaling song from our childhood. Every single one. ‘Chinatown’ by JustiBarreto.‘ShingalingShingaling’byKakoandHisOrchestra.‘Sugar,Let’sShing-A-Ling’byShirleyEllis. ‘I’veGotJust theThing’byLouCourtney. ‘Shing-A-Ling
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Time, Baby!’ by the Liberty Belles. ‘El Shingaling’ by the Lat-Teens. ‘Shing-A-Ling!’byArthurConley. ‘Shing-A-Ling!’byAudreyWinters. ‘NobodybutMe’bytheHumanBeinz.An incrediblesong list. Idon’tevenknowhowshe recordedsomeof them.Butwhen Iheard thesesongs, Iknew Iwasgoing tocreateadancewovenaroundthem.”The threedancers in thepiece, all recent graduatesof Juilliard themselves,
bring a distinctive vocabulary to the montage, drawing viewers into anexperience that is at once life-affirming and joyful, without any bubble-gumsentimentality.Thislackofartificeowesasmuchtotherousingarrangementofsongs, which blend seamlessly together, as it does to Echevarri’s poignantnarrative.Moderndanceatitsbest.
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HowWeTexted
Thursday9:18pm
XimenaChinDidyouguysseethearticleIemailedyou?
CharlotteCodyO!M!G!!!!IsTHATreallyMrs.Atanabi?
XimenaChin:);-OCrazy,right?
CharlotteCodyRUsure?WhoisPetraEchevarrrrarara?
XimenaChinIt’shermaidenname.That’sher!Trustme. IwasgooglingGordyJohnson tonightandgot
boredandstartedgooglingPetraAtanabi.
SummerDawsonIjustreadthearticle.Unbelievable!That’sthedanceWE’REDOING!!!!Ascension!
XimenaChinIknow!Amyaazzzinng!
CharlotteCodyShelookssoyoungandprettyinthatphoto.
SummerDawsonAww,that’ssosweet,Ximena!
XimenaChinW@?????
SummerDawsonThatyouweregooglingGordyJohnson.
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XimenaChinYeah,well,nowimcuriostoo.Iwanttoknowwhathappenedtohimalready.
CharlotteCodyIshuldntsaythisbutMymomthinksthatmaybehe’s…
SummerDawsonOhno!!!Ithinkmymomthinkxsotoo.
XimenaChinSorryguys.IsortathinkmaybeIagree…?????
CharlotteCodyRIPGordyJohnson??????
SummerDawsonNooooooo!!!!!
CharlotteCodyIdontblieveit.
SummerDawsonMeneither
XimenaChinK.4getIsaidNEthing.
SummerDawsonSaidwhaaaat?
CharlotteCody
XimenaChinOncompletelyunrelatednotedoyuguyswanttosleepovermyhouse2moronight?
CharlotteCodyYea!Letmeaskmymom.BRB
SummerDawson
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Soundsfun.Justus?
XimenaChinYa.COme@6?
SummerDawsonOK
CharlotteCodyMymomsaysfinesolongasyourparentshome?
XimenaChinNatch.
CharlotteCodyMyparentalunitwhoisatthismomentviolatingmypersonalspaceandreadingmytextover
myshoulderwantsmetofinishhomeworksoIGTG.CU2moro!Gnight.
SummerDawsonNightynight!
XimenaChinTil2moro!Cantwait!xo
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HowWeWenttoXimenaChin’sHouseItwas the first timewewent toXimena’s house.Upuntil then,we’d always hungout atmyhouse orSummer’sapartment.Ximenalivedinoneofthoseluxuryhigh-risesontheothersideofthepark.Itwasadoormanbuilding,
verydifferentfromtheapartmentsIwasusedtoinNorthRiverHeights.Mostofthosearebrownstonesorsmallapartmentbuildingsthatareoverahundredyearsold.Ximena’sapartmentwasultra-modern.Theelevatoropeneddirectlyintotheapartment.“Hey!”saidXimena,waitingforusinthefoyer.“Hey!”wesaid.“Wow,thisisbeautiful,”saidSummer,lookingaroundasshedroppedhersleepingbaginthehallway.
“Shouldwetakeourshoesoff?”“Sure,thanks,”saidXimena,takingourcoats.“Ican’tbelieveit’ssnowingagain.”IdroppedmysleepingbagnexttoSummer’sandpulledoffmyUGGs.AwomanI’dneverseenbefore
cameinfromthelivingroom.“ThisisLuisa,”saidXimena.“ThisisSummer,andthat’sCharlotte.Luisa’smybabysitter.”“Hi,”webothsaid.Luisasmiledatus.“Sonicemeetyou!”shesaidinhaltingEnglish.Andthensaidsomethinginrapid-
fireSpanishtoXimena,whoansweredbynoddingandsayinggracias.“YouspeakSpanish?”Isaid,astonished.WewerefollowingXimenaovertothekitchencounter.Ximenalaughed.“Youdidn’tknow?Ximena’ssuchaSpanishname.Youwantsomethingtodrink?”“IthoughtitwasChinese!”Iansweredtruthfully.“Water’sgreat.”“Me,too,”saidSummer.“Mydad’sChinese,”sheexplained,fillingtwoglassesfullofwaterfromtherefrigeratordoor.“My
mom’sSpanish.FromMadrid.That’swhereIwasborn.”“Really?”Isaid.“That’ssocool.”ShesetthecupsofwaterinfrontofuswhileLuisabroughtoveratrayfullofsnacks.“¡Muchasgracias!”SummersaidtoLuisa.“Muchasgracias,”Irepeated,inmyterribleAmericanaccent.“Youguysaresocute,”saidXimena,dippingacarrotstickintoalittletubofhummus.“So,didyougrowupinMadrid?”Iasked.Besidesdancing,andhorses,andLesMis,thethingIlove
mostintheworldistraveling.NotthatIhadeverdoneanytraveling—yet.Sofarwe’donlygonetotheBahamas once, Florida, andMontreal—but my parents are always talking about taking us to Europesomeday.AndIplanonbecomingaprofessionaltravelerafterI’mdonebeingaBroadwaystar.“No, I didn’t grow up there,” answered Ximena. “I mean, I spend summers there—except for last
summer,whenIdidtheballetintensivehereinthecity.ButIdidn’tgrowupthere.MyparentsbothworkfortheUN,soIkindofgrewupallovertheplace.”Shetookabiteofthecarrotstick.Crunch.“Romefor
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twoyears.ThenbeforethatwelivedinBrussels.WelivedinDubaiforayearwhenIwasaboutfour,butIdon’trememberthatatall.”“Wow,”saidSummer.“That’ssocool,”Isaid.Ximenatappedontheglassshewasdrinkingfromwithhercarrotstick.“It’sokay,”shesaid.“Butit
canbekindofhard,too.Movingaround.I’malwaysthenewkidinschool.”“Ohyeah,”Summersaidsympathetically.“Isurvived,”Ximenaansweredsarcastically.“I’mnotabouttocomplain.”Shetookanotherbiteofher
carrotstick.“So,doyouknowotherlanguages?”Iasked.She held up three and a half fingers as an answer, since her mouth was full. And then, after she
swallowed,sheelaborated:“English,becauseIalwayswenttoAmericanschools.Spanish.Italian.AndalittlebitofMandarinfrommygrandmother.”“That’ssocool!”Ianswered.“Youkeepsayingthat’ssocool,”Ximenapointedout.“That’ssouncool,”Ianswered,whichmadeherlaugh.LuisacameovertoXimenaandaskedhersomething.“Luisawantstoknowwhatyouguyswouldlikefordinner,”Ximenatranslated.SummerandIlookedateachother.“Oh,anythingisfine,”SummersaidverypolitelytoLuisa.“Pleasedon’tgotoanytrouble.”Luisa raised her eyebrows and smiled as Ximena translated. Then she reached over and pinched
Summer’scheekaffectionately.“¡Qué muchachita hermosa!” she said. And then she looked at me. “Y ésta se parece a una
muñequita.”Ximenalaughed.“Shesaysyou’reverypretty,Summer.And,Charlotte,youlooklikealittledoll.”IlookedatLuisa,whowassmilingandnodding.“Aww!”Isaid.“That’ssonice!”Thenshewalkedawaytostartdinnerforus.“Myparentswillbehomeabout8p.m.,”Ximenasaid,wavingforustofollowher.Sheshowedus the restof theapartment,which looked likesomethingoutofamagazine.Everything
waswhite.Thesofa.Therug.TherewasevenawhitePing-Pongtableinthelivingroom!Itmademealittlenervousaboutbeingklutzy—whichIhavebeenknowntobe—andaccidentallyspillingsomething.WemadeourwaydownthehalltoXimena’sroom,whichwasprobablythebiggestbedroomI’veever
seen (that wasn’t a master bedroom). My bedroom, which I shared with Beatrix, was probably onequarterthesizeofXimena’sbedroom.Summerwalked into themiddleof the roomandmadea slowspinas she took it all in. “Okay, this
roomisactuallyasbigasmyentirelivingroomandkitchencombined,”shesaid.“Oh wow,” I said, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. “You can see the Empire State
Buildingfromhere!”“This is, like, themost beautiful apartment I’ve ever seen!” saidSummer, sittingdown inXimena’s
deskchair.
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“Thanks,”Ximenasaid,noddingandlookingaround.Sheseemedalittleembarrassed.“Yeah,Imean,we’veonlybeenheresincethissummersoitdoesn’tquitefeellikehometomeyet,but…”Sheploppeddownonthebed.Summerpulled the rollingchairup to thegiantbulletinboard inbackofXimena’sdesk,whichwas
completelycoveredwithtinyphotosandpicturesandquotesandsayings.“Ohlook,aMr.Browneprecept!”shesaid,pointingtoacutoutofMr.Browne’sSeptemberprecept.“He’s,like,myfavoriteteacherever,”answeredXimena.“Mine,too!”Isaid.“WhatacutepictureofyouandSavanna,”Summersaid.Iwentover toseewhatshewaspointingat. Inbetween thedozensof littlepicturesofpeople from
Ximena’s life, most of whom we didn’t recognize, were camera booth–type photos of Ximena andSavanna—plusXimenaandMiles,SavannaandHenry,andEllieandAmos.WhenIsawEllie’spictureupthere,Ihavetoadmit,itwaskindofstrangeforme.LikeIsawherinadifferentlight.Shereallydidhavethiswholenewlife.“Ihavetogetapictureofyoutwoformywall,”Ximenasaid.“Oh,comeon,” saidSummer, inhercute,disapproving fairywayas shepointed toapictureon the
board.“Ximena!”Ittookmeasecondtorealizeshehadn’tsaid“oh,comeon”inresponsetowhatXimenahadjustsaid.“Oh,sorry,”saidXimena,makingaguiltyface.At first I didn’t knowwhat the problemwas, since itwas just our homeroom class picture. Then I
realizedthatoverAuggie’sfacewasatinyyellowPost-itwithadrawingofasadface.XimenapulledthePost-itoffthepicture.“ItwasjustSavannaandthoseguysfoolingaround,”shesaid
apologetically.“That’salmostasbadasJulian’smomPhotoshoppingthepicture,”Summersaid.“Itwasfromalongtimeago.Iforgotitwaseventhere,”saidXimena.Iwassousedtothedimplein
herleftcheekbynowthatIneverconfusedwhenshewasseriouswithwhenshewasjokinganymore.Iwould say her expression right now was definitely remorseful. “Look, the truth is, I think Auggie’samazing.”“Butyounevertalktohim,”saidSummer.“Just because I’m not comfortable around him doesn’t mean I’m not amazed by him,” explained
Ximena.Atthatmoment,weheardaknockontheopendoor.Luisawasholdingalittleboyinherarms,whohad
obviouslyjustwokenupfromanap.HewasprobablyaboutthreeorfouryearsoldandlookedexactlylikeXimena,exceptforthefactthatitwasveryobvioushehadDownsyndrome.“¡Hola, Eduardito!” saidXimena, beaming. She held her arms out to her little brother,who Luisa
depositedintoherarms.“Thesearemyfriends.Misamigas.ThisisCharlotte,andthat’sSummer.Sayhi.Dihola.”ShetookEduardito’shandandwaveditatus,andwewavedback.Eduardito,whohadstillnotcompletelywokenup,lookedatussleepilywhileXimenaplantedkissesalloverhisface.
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HowWePlayedTruthorDare“ThedayIfoundoutmydaddied,”Summersaid.ThethreeofuswerelyinginoursleepingbagsonthefloorinXimena’sbedroom.Theceilinglights
hadbeenturnedoff,buttheredchiliChristmaslightsthatwerestrungallaroundtheroomgavethewallsapinkglowinthedark.Ourpajamasglowedpink.Ourfacesglowedpink.Itwastheperfectlightingfortelling secrets and talking about things youwould never talk about in the daylight.Wewere playing aTruthorDaregame,andtheTruthcardthatSummerhaddrawnread:Whatwas theworstdayofyourlife?Myfirstinstincthadbeentoputthecardbackandtellhertodrawanotherone.Butshedidn’tseemto
mindansweringit.“Iwas inMrs.Bob’s classwhenmymom and grandma came to getme,” she continued quietly. “I
thoughttheyweretakingmetothedentist,sinceI’dlostatooththatmorning.Butthesecondwegotinsideourcar,mygrandmastartedtocry.AndthenMomtoldmethat they’djustfoundoutthatDadhadbeenkilledinaction.Daddy’sinheavennow,shesaid.Andthenwejustallcriedandcriedinthecar.Like,thesehuge,unstoppabletears.”Shewasfidgetingwiththezipperofhersleepingbagasshetalked,notlookingatus.“Anyway,thatwastheworstday.”Ximenashookherhead.“Ican’tevenimaginewhatthatmustbelike,”shesaidquietly.“Me,neither,”Isaid.“It’skindofablurnow,actually,”answeredSummer,stillpullingatthezipper.“Like,Ihonestlydon’t
remember his funeral. At all. The only thing I remember about that day is this picture book aboutdinosaursthatIwasreading.Therewasthisoneillustrationofameteorstreakingacrosstheskyovertheheadsofthetriceratops.AndIrememberthinkingmydad’sdeathwaslikethat.It’sliketheextinctionofthedinosaurs.Ameteorhitsyourheartandchangeseverythingforever.Butyou’restillhere.Yougoon.”Shefinallygotthezippertounstickandpulleditupallthewaytoclosehersleepingbag.“But,anyway…,”shesaid.“Irememberyourdad,”Isaid.“Yeah?”shesaid,smiling.“Hewastall,”Ianswered.“Andhehadareallydeepvoice.”Summernoddedhappily.“Mymomtoldmeallthemomsthoughthewassohandsome,”Isaid.Summeropenedhereyeswide.“Aww,”shesaid.Wewerequietagainforafewseconds.Summerstartedstraighteningupthecarddecks.“Okay,sowhoseturnisitnow?”sheasked.“Ithinkit’smine,”Ianswered,flickingthespinner.ItlandedonTruth,soIpulledacardfromtheTruthdeck.“Oh, this one’s so lame,” I said, reading aloud. “ ‘What superpower would you like to have and
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why?’ ”“That’sfun,”saidSummer.“I’dwanttofly,ofcourse,”Ianswered.“IcouldgoanywhereIwant.Zoomaroundtheworld.Goto
allthoseplacesXimena’slivedin.”“Oh,IthinkI’dwanttobeinvisible,”saidXimena.“Iwouldn’t,”Ianswered.“Why?SoIcouldhearwhateveryonesaysaboutmebehindmyback?And
knowthateveryonethinksI’msuchaphony?”“Ohno!”laughedXimena.“Notthisagain.”“I’mteasing,youknow.”“Iknow!”shesaid.“Butfortherecord,noonethinksyou’reaphony.”“Thankyou.”“Justafaker.”“Ha!”“Butyoudocaretoomuchaboutwhatpeoplethinkofyou,”shesaid,somewhatseriously.“Iknow,”Ianswered,justasseriously.“Okay,it’syourturn,Ximena,”saidSummer.Ximenaflickedthespinner.ItpointedtoTruth.Shepickedupacard,readittoherself,thengroaned.“ ‘Ifyoucouldgooutwithanyboyinyourschool,whowoulditbe?’ ”shereadaloud.Shecovered
herfacewithherhand.“What?”Isaid.“Wouldn’titbeMiles?”Ximenastartedlaughingandshookherhead,embarrassed.“Whoa!!!”SummerandIbothsaid,pointingather.“Who?Who?Who?”Ximenawaslaughing.Itwashardtoseeinthedimlight,butI’mprettysureshewasblushing.“IfItellyou,youhavetotellmeyoursecretcrushes!”shesaid.“Notfair,notfair,”Ianswered.“Yes,fair!”shesaid.“Fine!”“Amos,”shesaid,sighing.“Noway!”saidSummer,hermouthopenwide.“DoesEllieknow?”“Ofcoursenot,”saidXimena.“It’sjustacrush.Iwouldn’tdoanythingaboutit.Besides,he’snotinto
meatall.HereallylikesEllie.”I thought about that. How just a few months ago, Ellie and I would talk about Jack. Having a
“boyfriend”seemedlikesuchafar-offthingbackthen.Ximenalookedatme.“IthinkIknowwhoCharlotte’scrushis,”shesaidinasingsongyway.Icoveredmyface.“Everybodyknows,thankstoEllie,”Isaid.“Whataboutyou,Summer?”saidXimena,pokingSummer’shand.“Yeah,Summer,whataboutyou?”Iasked.Summerwassmiling,butsheshookherheadno.“Comeon!”saidXimena,pullingSummer’spinky.“There’sgottobesomeone.”
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“Fine,”shesaid.Shehesitated.“Reid.”“Reid?”saidXimena.“Who’sReid?”“He’sinMr.Browne’sclasswithus!”Ianswered.“Veryquiet?Drawssharks.”“He’snotexactlypopular,”Summersaid.“Buthe’sreallynice.AndIthinkhe’sverycute.”“Ohhh!”saidXimena.“OfcourseIknowwhoReidis,duh.He’stotallycute!”“Heis,right?”saidSummer.“You’dmakeagreatcouple,”saidXimena.“Maybesomeday,”answeredSummer.“Idon’twanttobeacoupleyet.”“Isthatwhyyoudidn’twanttogooutwithJulian?”askedXimena.“Ididn’twanttogooutwithJulianbecauseJulian’sajerk,”Summeransweredquickly.“Butyouweren’treallysickonHalloween,right?”saidXimena.“AtSavanna’sparty?”Summershookherhead.“Iwasn’tsick.”Ximenanodded.“Ithoughtso.”“Okay,Ihaveaquestion,”IsaidtoXimena.“Butit’snotfromthecards.”“Oh!”saidXimena,raisinghereyebrowsandsmiling.“Okay.”Ihesitated.“Okay.Whenyousayyou’re‘goingout’withMiles,whatdoesthatreallymean?Like,what
doyoudo?”“Charlotte!”saidSummer,smackingmyarmwiththebackofherhand.Ximenastartedlaughing.“No,Ijustmean…,”Isaid.“Iknowwhatyoumean!”saidXimena,grabbingmyfingers.“AllitmeansisthatMilesmeetsmeatmy
lockerafterschooleveryday.Andhewalksmetothebusstopsometimes.Weholdhands.”“Haveyoueverkissedhim?”Iasked.Ximenamadeaface,likeshewassuckingonalemon.Shewasn’twearinghercontactsnow.Justbig
tortoise-framedglasses,aswellasaretainershewassupposedtowearatnight.Shedidn’t lookatallliketheXimenaChinwewereusedtoseeinginschool.“Justonce.AttheHalloweenparty.”“Didyoulikeit?”Iasked.“Idon’tknow!”sheanswered,smiling.“Itwasalittlelikekissingyourarm.Haveyoudonethat?Kiss
yourarms.”SummerandIobedientlykissedourarms.Andthenweallstartedgiggling.“Oh,Jack!”Isaid,makingslurpynoiseswhileIkissedmyselfupanddownmywrist.“Oh,Reid!”saidSummer,doingthesamething.“Oh,Miles!”saidXimena,kissingherwrist.“Imean,Amos!”Wewerecrackingup.“Mija,”Ximena’smomsaid,knockingonthedoor.Shepokedherheadin.“Idon’twantthebabyto
wakeup.Canyoukeepitdownalittle?”“Sorry,mami,”saidXimena.“Goodnight,girls,”shesaidsweetly.“Goodnight!”wewhispered.“Sorry!”
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“Shouldwegotosleepnow?”Isaidsoftly.“No,let’sjustbemuchquieter,”saidXimena.“Comeon,Ithinkit’syourturnnow,Summer.Truthor
Dare.”“Ihaveanotherquestionthat’snotonthecard,too,”saidSummer,pointingtoXimena.“Foryou.”“Uh-oh,youguysareganginguponme!”laughedXimena.“Wehaven’tdoneanyDaresyet,”Ipointedout.“Okay,thisistheDare,”saidSummer.“YouhavetositatmylunchtableonMonday,andyoucan’ttell
anyonewhy.”“Oh,comeon!”saidXimena.“Ican’tjustditchmytablewithoutsayingwhy.”“Exactly!”answeredSummer.“SochooseTruth.”“Fine,”saidXimena.“Sowhat’stheTruth?”Summerlookedather.“Okay,Truth.IfSavanna,Ellie,andGretchenhadn’tgoneskiingthisweekend,
wouldyoustillhaveaskedCharlotteandmetoasleepovertonight?”Ximenarolledhereyes.“Ohhh!”Shepuffedhercheeksoutlikeafish.“YoulooklikeMrs.Atanabinow,”Ipointedout.“Comeon,TruthorDare,”Summerpressuredher.“Okay, fine,”Ximena said finally, hiding her face behind her hands. “It’s true! I probablywouldn’t
have.Sorry.”Shepeekedoutatusfrombetweenherfingers.“Iwassupposedtogoskiingwiththemthisweekend,butthenIdidn’tthinkitwasworthmypossiblytwistinganankleorsomethingrightbeforethedance,soIcanceledatthelastminute,andthenIinvitedyouguysover.”“Aha!” said Summer, poking Ximena in the shoulder. “I knew it. We were your plan B for this
weekend.”Istartedpokingher,too.“I’msorry!”saidXimena, laughingbecausewehadstarted ticklingher.“But itdoesn’tmeanIdon’t
wanttohangoutwithyouguys,too!”“Haveyouhadanyothersleepoversinthelastmonth?”Summerasked.Wewereticklingheralotatthispoint.“Yes!”shegiggled.“I’msorry! Ididn’t inviteyou to those,either. I’mnotgoodatmixingmyfriend
groups!ButI’llgetbetternextyear,Ipromise.”“DoyouevenlikeSavanna?”Isaid,givingheronelastpoke.XimenamadeafacethatIrealizedwasaperfectimitationofSavanna’sewwexpression.NowSummerandIstartedlaughing.“Shh!”saidXimena,pattingtheairtoremindustokeepquiet.“Shh!”saidSummer.“Shh!”Isaid.Weallsettleddown.“Okay,Ihavetoadmit,”Ximenasaidquietly,“she’sbeenreallyannoyingeversinceIstartedspending
timewithyouguysrehearsing.Shewassomadwhenshewasn’tpickedforthedance!”“ProbablymadthatIgotpickedinsteadofher,”saidSummer.“Actually,no,shewasmadatCharlotte,”Ximenaanswered,pointingherthumbatme.
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“Iknewit!”Isaid.Ximenaleanedherheadononeshoulder.“Shesaid…andthisishertalking,notme…thatyoualways
get the goodparts in shows atBeecherPrepbecause the teachers knowyouwere inTVcommercialswhenyouwerelittle.Andthatyoutryreallyhardtoalwaysbeateacher’spet.”“What.The.Heck?”Isaid,stupefied.“ThatisthecraziestthingI’veeverheard.”Ximenashrugged.“I’mjusttellingyouwhatshetoldmeandEllie.”“ButEllieknowsthat’snottrue,”Isaid.“Trustme,”answeredXimena.“EllieneversaysanythingtocontradictSavanna.”“Idon’tgetwhyshe’salwayshatedme,”Isaid,shakingmyhead.“Savannadoesn’thateyou,”Summeranswered,reachingovertotakeXimena’sglassesoffofherface.
“Ithink,ifanything,she’sprobablyalwaysbeenalittlejealousofyouandElliebeingbestfriends.”“Really?”Isaid.“Why?”Summershrugged.ShetriedonXimena’sglasses.“Well,youknow,youandEllietendedtobekindof
cliquey.IthinkSavannaprobablyfeltalittleleftout.”Thishadnever,everoccurredtome.“Ihadnoideaanyonefeltthatway,”Isaid.“Imean,seriously,noidea.Areyousure?Didotherpeople
feelthisway?Didyou?”Summerlet theglassesfall to thetipofhernose.“Kindof.ButIwasn’t inanyofyourclasses,soI
didn’tcare.Savannawasinallyourclasses.”“Wow,”Isaid,bitingtheinsideofmycheek,whichisanervoushabitIhave.“Iwouldn’tworryaboutit,though,”saidSummer,puttingXimena’sglassesonmyfacenow.“Itdoesn’t
matteranymore.Youlookreallygoodinthose.”“Idon’twantSavannatohateme,though!”Isaid.“WhydoyoucaresomuchaboutwhatSavannathinks?”askedXimena.“Don’tyoucarewhatshethinks?”Iasked.“Let’sfaceit,you’redifferentwhenyou’rearoundher,too.”“That’strue,”saidSummer,takingtheglassesoffmyface.Shestartedcleaningthemwithherpajama
top.“You’remuchnicerwhenyou’renotwithher,”Isaid.Ximenawas twistingherhairwithher finger.“Everyone’sa littlemean inmiddleschool,don’tyou
think?”“No!”saidSummer,puttingtheglassesbackonXimena’sface.“Notevenalittle?”Ximenaanswered,raisingherrighteyebrow.“No,”Summerrepeated,adjustingtheglassesso theywerestraight.“Noonehas tobemean.Ever.”
Sheleanedbacktoinspecttheglasses.“Well,that’swhatyouthinkbecauseyou’reasaint,”teasedXimena.“Ohmygosh,ifyoucallmethatonemoretime!”laughedSummer,tossingherpillowatXimena.“SummerDawson, you did not just hitmewithmy favorite 800-fill-power Europeanwhite goose-
downpillow,didyou?”saidXimena,standingupslowly.Shepickedupherownsuper-fluffypillowandraiseditintheair.“Isthatachallenge?”Summerasked,standingandholdingherpillowuplikeashield.
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Istoodupexcitedly,holdingmypillowintheair.“Pillowfight!”Isaid,alittletooloudlybecauseIwasexcited.“Shh!”Ximenasaid,holdingherfingeroverhermouthtoremindmetokeepitdown.“Silentpillowfight!”Iwhisperedloudly.Wespentonelongsecondlookingatoneanother,toseewhowouldstrikefirst,andthenwejuststarted
goingatit.XimenabroughtherpillowdownonSummer,Summerstruckherfrombelow,ImadealongsideswipeatXimena.ThenXimenacameupandswungatmefromtheleft,butSummerspunaroundandstruckusbothfromabove.Soonweweresmackingeachotherwithmore thanjustpillows: thestuffedanimalsonXimena’sbed,towels,ourrolled-upclothes.Anddespiteourtryingtobecompletelysilent,ormaybebecauseof it—since there’snothingfunnier than tryingnot to laughwhenyouwant to laugh—itwasthesinglebestpillowfightI’veeverhadinmyentirelife!Thethingthatstoppedit,orelseitmighthavegoneontoolong,wasthemysterioustrumpetblastofa
fartthatcamefromoneofus.Itstoppedthethreeofusinourtracksaswelookedateachother,eyesopenwide,andstartedlaughinghystericallywhennoonetookcreditforit.Anyway,twosecondslater,Ximena’smomknockedonthedooragain,stillsoundingpatientbutalso
obviouslyalittleirritated.Itwaswaypastmidnight.Wepromisedherwewouldgotosleepnowandwewouldn’tmakeanymorenoise.Wewereoutofbreathfromlaughingsohard.Mystomachactuallyhurtalittle.It took us a while to straighten out our sleeping bags and put the stuffed animals back where they
belonged.Wefoldedourclothesandreturnedthetowelstothecloset.Wesmoothedoutourpillowsandlaydowninoursleepingbagsandzippedthemup,andthenwesaid
goodnighttooneanother.ButIcouldn’tfallasleep.EventhoughIwassleepy,thenightswirledinsideme. Itwas likemyeyeswere tooheavy tokeepopenbutway toocurious toclose. Igotacaseof thegiggles,andthenSummerandXimenastartedgiggling.Wekepttryingtoshushoneanotherbycuppingourhandsovereachother’smouths.Finally,oncethegiggleshadpassedanditgotquietagain,Ximenastartedsingingreallysoftlyinthe
dark.Atfirst,Ididn’tevenrealizewhatshewassinging,shewassingingsoquietly.No-no,no,no-no,no-no-no-no.ThenSummertookupthesong:No,no-no,no,no,no-no,no-no,no-no.Finally,Irealizedwhattheyweresinging,andsang:No-no-no-no,no-no,no,no-no,no!Thenweallstartedwhisper-singingtogether.NobodycandotheshingalingLikeIdo…NobodycandotheskateLikeIdo…NobodycandoboogalooLikeIdo…Wewerelyingonourbackssidebysideaswesang,andmadeourarmsandhandsdanceinsyncabove
our heads. Andwe sang the whole song, from beginning to end, as quietly as if wewere praying in
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church.
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HowOurVennDiagramsLookIknow.Ispendtoomuchtimethinkingaboutthisstuff.
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HowWeNeverTalkedAboutItOnMonday, therewasnomentionof thesleepover.It’s likethethreeofusknew,instinctively,withouthavingtosayitoutloud,thatwhenwegotbacktoschool,everythingwouldreturntobeingbusinessasusual.XimenahangingoutwiththeSavannagroup.Summerhangingoutwithhertinygroup.MeplayingdotswithMayaatmylunchtable.NoonewouldhaveeverguessedthatSummer,Ximena,andIhadbecomegoodfriends.Orthatjusta
fewdaysbefore,wewerehavingsilentpillowfightsandsharingsecretsunderthepinkglowoftheredchililightsinXimena’sbedroom.
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HowIFailedtoPreventaSocialCatastropheThenightbefore thegala,Mrs.Atanabi toldus to take thedayoffandgetsomerest.Shewantedus tomakesurewehadanicehealthydinnerandagood’snightsleep.Thenshegaveusourcostumes,whichshehadsomehowmanagedtosewherself.Wehadalreadytriedthemontheweekbefore,butIwassoexcitedtocomehomeandtrymineonagain,nowthatithadbeenfitted.ThecostumewasinspiredbythisphotooftheLibertyBelles:
So that afternoon, Iwent home from schoolwithMaya andLina, theway I used to in the old daysbeforeIstartedhangingoutwithSummerandXimenaallthetime.ItwasoneofthefirstnicedaysinMarch,whenyoufinallygetahintofspringafterthelong,crazycold
winter.LinahadthebrainstormtostopatCarvelonourwayhome,whichfelt likeavery“springtime”thingtodo,sowewalkedintheoppositedirectionupAmesforttowardthepark.Aswewerewalking,Itold them how I had heard that Savanna was telling people that the only reason I got a part inMrs.Atanabi’sdanceshowwasbecauseIhadbeeninaTVcommercialwhenIwaslittle.“Noonebelievesthat,”Linasaidsympathetically,kickinghersoccerballinfrontofher.“That’sawful!”saidMaya,anditkindofmademehappythatshegotsomadaboutit.“Ican’tbelieve
Savanna!Sheusedtobesoniceinlowerschool.”“Savannawasneverreallythatnicetome,”Ianswered.“Shewasnice tome,”Maya insisted,pushingherglassesuphernose.“Nowshe’sevil.Thatwhole
groupisevil.”Inodded.ThenIshookmyhead.“Well,Idon’tknowaboutthat.”“Andnowthey’veturnedEllieagainstus,”Mayasaid.“Youknow,Elliebarelyevensayshellotome
anymore.Nowshe’sevil,too.”Iscratchedmynose.Mayahadawayofbeingveryblack-and-whiteaboutthings.“Iguess.”“I’m telling you, it’sXimenaChin’s fault,”Maya continued. “It’s only because of her. If she hadn’t
startedthisyear,everythingwouldbethesameasitwas.She’sthebadinfluence.”
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IknewthatthatwashowMayasawthings.ItwasoneofthereasonsIneverwentintotoomuchdetailaboutthedanceshowIwasin.Sheneverreallygotthatitwasjustme,Summer,andthedreadedXimenaChin.And thatwasfinebyme!Ididn’twant tohave todefendmyfriendshipwithXimena toMaya! Ihonestlydon’tthinkshewouldhaveunderstood.“Youknowwhat Ihate themost?”Mayasaid.“Ihate thatshe’sprobablygoing toendupgiving the
fifth-gradecommencementspeechatgraduationthisyear.”“Well,shedoeshavethebestgradesofanyone,”Ianswered,tryingtosoundasimpartialaspossible.“Ithoughtyouhadthebestgrades,Charlotte,”Linasaidtome.“No, Ximena does,”Maya interjected. She started counting off on her fingers. “Ximena. Charlotte.
Simon.Me.AndtheneitherAuggieorRemo.Auggie’sactuallygotbettergradesthanRemoinmath,buthe didn’t do that well in Spanish on his last few quizzes, and that’s bringing his whole grade pointaveragedown.”Maya always knewwhat everyone else got on their tests. She kept tabs on homework assignments,
essayscores.Younameit,ifithadagradeattachedtoit,Mayawouldaskyouaboutit.Andshehadanamazingwayofrememberingallthosedetails,too.“It’scrazyhowyoucanremembereverybody’sgrades,”saidLina.“It’sagift,”answeredMaya,notevenmeaningtobefunny.“Hey,didyoutellCharlotteaboutthenote?”Linaaskedher.“Whatnote?”Isaid.LikeImentioned,IwasalittleoutoftheloopwiththeseguysbecauseIhadn’t
hungaroundthemthatmuchtheselastfewweeks.“Oh,nothing,”saidMaya.“ShewroteEllieanote,”saidLina.Mayalookedupatmeandfrowned.“TellingherhowIfeel,”sheadded,peeringatmeovertherimsof
herglasses.Iimmediatelyhadasinkingfeelingaboutthisnote.“Whatdidyouwrite?”Iasked.Sheshrugged.“Justanote.”Linanudgedher.“Letherreadit!”“She’sgoingtotellmenottogiveittoher!”Mayaanswered,bitingtheendofherlong,curlyhair.“Atleastshowittome?”Isaid,nowreallycurious.“Comeon,Maya!”WehadstoppedattheintersectionofAmesfortand222ndStreettowaitforthelighttochange.“Fine,”Maya answered. “I’ll showyou.” She started digging into her coat pocket and pulled out a
well-wornUglydollenvelopewiththeword“Ellie”writtenontheoutsideinsilvermarker.“Okay.So,basically,IjustwantedtoletEllieknowhowIfeelaboutthewayshe’schangedthisyear.”Shepassedtheenvelopetome,andthennoddedformetoopenitandreadthenoteinside.
DearEllie,
I’mwriting as one of your oldest friends to tell you that you’ve really been actingdifferentlately,andIhopeyousnapoutofit.Idon’tblameyou.IblameitontheevilXimenaChin,who is negatively influencing you!First she twisted Savanna’s brain,
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andnowshe’sturningyouintoaprettyzombiejustlikesheis.Ihopeyoustopbeingfriendswith her and remember all the good timeswe used to have. RememberMr.Browne’sNovemberprecept:“Havenofriendsnotequaltoyourself!”Canwepleasebefriendsagain?
Yourformerreallygoodfriend,Maya
Ifoldedthenoteupandputitbackinsidetheenvelope.Shewaslookingatmeexpectantly.“Isitstupid?”sheaskedme.Ihandedtheenvelopebacktoher.“No,it’snotstupid,”Ianswered.“Butasyourfriend,I’mtellingyouthatIdon’tthinkyoushouldgive
ittoher.”“Iknewyouwouldtrytotalkmeoutofit!”shesaid,annoyedanddisappointedbymyreaction.“No,I’mnottryingtotalkyououtofit!”Isaid.“Youshouldgiveittoherifyoureallywantto.Iknow
youmeanwell,Maya.”“I’mnottryingtomeanwell,”shesaidangrily.“I’mjusttryingtobetruthful!”“Iknow,”Isaid.BynowwehadcrossedthestreetandarrivedatCarvel,onlytoseehowsuper-busyitwasinside.The
lineat thecounterwentall theway to thedoor,andeverysingle tablewas full—mostlywithBeecherPrepkids.“Everyonehadthesameideaaswedid,”saidLinaregretfully.“It’stoocrowded,”Isaid.“Let’sforgetit.”Mayagrippedmyarm.“Look,there’sEllie,”shesaid.IfollowedhergazeandsawElliesittingwithXimena,Savanna,andGretchen—plusMiles,Henry,and
Amos—ata table in frontof thebirthdaycakecounter,whichwasall thewayon theother sideof theshop.“Let’s just go,” I said, pullingMayaby the arm.Linahad already startedkicking theball down the
block.ButMayastayedwhereshewas.“I’mgoingtogivehermynote,”shesaidslowly,herexpressionveryserious.SheheldthenoteIhad
justreturnedtoherinherlefthand,andnowshewaveditlikeatinyflag.“Ohno,you’renot,”Isaidquickly,pushingherhanddown.“Notnowatleast.”“Whynot?”Linacamebacktowardus.“Wait,youwanttogiveherthenotenow?”shesaidincredulously.“Infront
ofeverybody?”“Yes!”Mayaansweredstubbornly.“No,”Isaid,closingmyhandoverthenote.AllIcouldthinkofiswhatabigfoolshewouldmakeof
herselfifshedidthat.Elliewouldopenthenoteinfrontofeveryoneathertable,andtheywouldgetsomad at Ellie for the things she said aboutXimena and Savanna.Unforgivable things, really!But evenworse,theywouldtotallystartlaughingatheraboutthis.“Thisisthekindofthingyouwouldneverlivedown,Maya,”Icautioned.“Youwillabsolutelyregretit.Don’tdothis.”
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Icouldtellshewasreconsidering.Herforeheadwasallscrunchedup.“Youcouldgive it tohersomeother time,” Icontinued, tuggingonhercoatsleeve thewaySummer
sometimestuggedonminewhenshewastalking.“Whenshe’salone.Youcouldevensendittoherinthemail, ifyouwant.Butdonotdoitnowinfrontofeveryone.I’mbeggingyou.Believeme,Maya.Thatwouldbeasocialcatastrophe.”I saw her rubbing her face. The thing withMaya is, she’s never cared about popularity or social
catastrophes.She’s sogoodatkeeping tabsonpeople’s test scoresandgrades,but shedoesn’thaveacluehowtoreadthesocialstuff.Shegetsthebasics,ofcourse—butinherblack-and-whiteworld,kidsareeitherniceorevil.There’snoin-between.Insomeways, that’salwaysbeenoneof thenicest thingsabouther.She’llgoup toanyoneand just
assumethey’refriends.Orshe’lldosomethingreallyniceforsomeoneoutoftheblue,likegivingAuggiePullmananUglydollkeychain,whichshedidjustlastweek.Butinsomeways,it’sreallybadbecauseshehasnodefensesreadyforwhenpeoplearen’tnicetoher.
She has no good comebacks. She just takes it all seriously.What’sworse, though, is that she doesn’talwaysgetwhenpeopledon’tfeelliketalkingtoher.Soshe’lljustkeepchatteringonoraskingquestionsuntilthepersonwalksaway.ItwasElliewhoactuallyputitkindofperfectlyafewmonthsagowhenweweregripingabouthowannoyingMayacouldbesometimes:“Mayamakesiteasyforpeopletobemeantoher.”AndnowMayawasabouttomakeitreallyeasyforEllietobemeantoher—infrontofawholebunch
of ice-cream-eatingkids!Because, despitemywords, despitemybasicallybeggingher not todo this,MayaMarkowitzwalkedintothestore,woveherwayinandoutofthecrowdofpeoplewaitinginline,andmarchedtothebacktablewhereEllieandthatwholegroupofmightygirlswassitting.LinaandIwatchedfromthesidewalkoutsidetheCarvel.Therewasafloor-to-ceilingwindowinthe
storefront,whichwastheperfectplacetoseeeventsunfold.Forasecond,itfeltlikeIwaslookingatoneofthosenaturevideosonPBS.IcouldalmosthearamanwithaBritishaccentnarratingtheaction.Observewhathappensastheyounggazelle,whichhasjuststrayedfromitsherd…IwatchedMayasaysomethingtoEllie,andhoweveryoneatthattablestoppedtalkingandlookedupat
Maya.…comestotheattentionofthelions,whohaven’teateninseveraldays.IsawherhandtheenvelopetoEllie,whoseemedabitconfused.“Ican’twatch,”saidLina,closinghereyes.Andnowthelions,hungryforfreshmeat,beginthehunt.
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HowIStayedNeutral—AgainPrettymucheverythingIpredictedwouldhappenhappenedasIpredicted.AftergivingElliethenoteinfrontofeveryoneatthetable,Mayaturnedaroundandstartedwalkingaway.EllieandtheSavannagroupexchanged laughing looks, and before Maya had even reached the next table, Savanna, Ximena, andGretchengotoutoftheirchairstohuddlearoundEllieassheopenedtheenvelope.Icouldseetheirfacesclearly as they read the note. Ximena gasped at one point, while Savanna obviously thought it washilarious.Mayakeptwalkingacrosstheroomtowardtheexit,lookingatmeandLinaasshewalked.Believeit
ornot,shewassmilingatus.Icouldtellshewasactuallyveryhappy.Fromherpointofview,shewasgettingsomethingoffherchestthathadreallybeenbotheringher,and,sinceshedidn’tgiveahootwhatthepopulargroupthoughtabouther,shedidn’tseeherselfashavinganythingtolose.Thetruthis,Mayawasbeyond theirbeingable tohurther. ItwasonlyEllie shewasmadatbecauseElliehadbeenherfriend.ButMayareallydidn’tcarewhatthoseothergirlsthoughtabouther,orthattheymightbelaughingatherthisverymoment.Inaway,Ihavetoadmit:IadmiredMaya’sbravery.Havingsaidthat,Iknewthelast thingintheworldIwantedrightnowwastobeseenwithher,soI
startedwalkingawayfromthewindowbeforeshegotbackoutside.Iespeciallydidn’twantXimenatoseemethere,waitingforMayaoutside.Ididn’twantanyonetothinkIhadanythingtodowiththiskindofcraziness.JustlikeIhadmanagedtostayneutralinawaramongtheboys,Iwantedtostayneutralinwhatmight
haveturnedintoawaramongthegirls.
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HowXimenaReactedSummertextedmelaterthatafternoon.DiduhearaboutwhatMayadid?Yes,Itexted.I’mwithXimenarightnow.We’reatmyplace.She’sreallyupset.Canyoucomeover?“Mom,”Isaid,justasweweregettingreadyfordinner.“CanIgotoSummer’shouse?”Momshookherhead.“No.”“Please?It’skindofanemergency.”Shelookedatme.“Whathappened?”“Ican’texplainnow,”Iansweredquickly,gettingmycoat.“Please,Mom?I’llbebacksoon,promise.”“Doesithavetodowiththedancenumber?”sheasked.“Kindof,”Ifibbed.“Okay,textmewhenyougetthere.ButIwantyouhomebysix-thirty.”Summer only lived four blocks away fromme, so I was there within ten minutes. Summer’s mom
buzzedmein.“Hi,Charlotte,they’reintheback,”shesaidwhensheopenedthefrontdoor.Shetookmycoat.ImademywaybacktoSummer’sbedroom,whereXimena,justasSummerhadtexted,wascryingon
Summer’sbed.Summerhadaboxoftissuesinherhandsandwasconsolingher.Theytoldmethewholestory,whichIpretendednottoknowtoomuchabout.MayahadhandedElliea
noteinfrontofeverybody,andthenotewasfullofreally“venomous”thingsaboutXimena.That’showtheydescribedittome.“Shecalledmeevil!”saidXimena,wipingtearsfromherface.“Imean,whatdidIeverdotoMaya?I
don’tevenknowher!”“IwastellingXimenathatMayacanbekindofsociallyawkwardsometimes,”saidSummer,patting
Ximena’sbacklikeamomwould.“Sociallyawkward?” saidXimena. “That’snot social awkwardness, that’s justmean!Doyouknow
whatit’sliketohaveeveryonereadingsomethingthatawfulaboutyou?Theypassedhernotearoundthetable, and everyone took turns reading it—even the boys. And everybody thought it was hysterical.Savannapracticallypeedherpants,shethoughtitwassofunny.IpretendedI thought itwasfunny, too!Ha-ha.Isn’t ithilariousthatsomebodyIbarelyknowblamesmeforturningpeopleintozombies?”Sheputairquotesontheword“zombies.”Thenshestartedcryingagain.“It’sawful,Ximena,”Isaid,bitingtheinsideofmycheek.“I’msosorryshedidthat.”“ItoldherwewouldtalktoMaya,”Summersaidtome.Igaveheralonglook.“Todowhat?”Iasked.“Totellherhowupsettingwhatshewrotewas,”Summeranswered.“Sincewe’refriendswithMaya,I
figuredwecouldexplainhowithurtXimena’sfeelings.”“Maya’snotgoingtocare,”Isaidquickly.“Shewon’tgetit,Ximena,believeme.”Howtoexplainto
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her?“Honestly,Ximena,I’veknownMayaforyears,andinhermind, thiswasn’taboutyou. It’saboutEllie.She’sjustmadthatElliedoesn’thangoutwithheranymore.”“Obviously.Butthat’smyfault!”saidXimena.“Iknowthat,”Isaid,“butMayadoesn’tknowthat,andshejustwantstoblamesomeone.Shewants
everythingtogobacktothewayitwasinlowerschool.Andshefiguresit’syourfaultthatthingshavechanged.”“That’sjustidiotic!”Ximenasaid.“Iknow!”Isaid.“It’slikeSavannabeingmadatmeforhavingbeeninaTVcommercialonce.Itmakes
nosense.”“Howdoyouknowallthis?”askedXimena.“Didshetellyou?”“No!”Isaid.“Didyouknowaboutthenotebeforehand?”“No!”Isaid.Summerrescuedme.“SowhatdidElliesaywhenshereadMaya’snote?”sheaskedXimena.“Oh, she was so mad,” answered Ximena. “She and Savanna want to go all out on Maya, post
somethingsuper-meanaboutheronFacebookorwhatever.ThenMilesdrewthiscartoon.TheywanttopostitonInstagram.”ShenoddedforSummertohandmeafolded-uppieceofloose-leafpaper,whichIopened.Onitwasa
crudedrawingofagirl(whowasobviouslyMaya)kissingaboy(whowasobviouslyAuggiePullman).Underneathitwaswritten:“Freaksinlove.”“Wait,whyaretheybringingAuggieintoit?”Summerasked,incensed.“Idon’tknow,”shesaid.“Mileswasjusttryingtomakemelaugh.Everyonewaslaughinglikeit’sall
somekindofgiantjoke.ButIdon’tthinkit’sfunny.”“I’mreallysorry,Ximena,”Isaid.“WhydoesMayahateme?”sheaskedsadly.“Youjusthavetoputitoutofyourmind,”Iadvisedher.“Andnottakeitpersonally.Rememberyou
toldmeIhavetostopcaringsomuchwhatpeoplethinkaboutme?Youhavetodothesamething.ForgetwhatMayathinksaboutyou.”“Ididn’t ask tobepartofSavanna’sgroupwhen I startedatBeecherPrep,” saidXimena.“Ididn’t
knowwhoanyonewas,orwhowasfriendswithwho,orwhowasmadatwho.Savannawas thefirstpersonwhowasnicetome,that’sall.”“Well?”Ianswered,raisingmychinandmyshoulders.“That’snotexactlytrue.Iwasnicetoyou.”Ximenalookedsurprised.“Iwasnicetoyou,”Summeradded.“What,nowyouguysareganginguponme,too?”saidXimena.“No,noway,”saidSummer.“JusttryingtomakeyouseeitfromMaya’spointofview,that’sall.She’s
notameangirl,Ximena.Mayadoesn’tevenreallyhaveameanboneinherbody.She’smadatEllie,andElliehasbeenkindofmeantoherlately.That’sit.”“Elliehasn’treallyevenbeenmean,”Isaid.“Shejustditchedusforyouguys.Whichisfine.Idon’t
care.I’mnotMaya.”Ximenacoveredherfacewithherhands.
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“Doeseverybodyhateme?”shesaid,lookingatusbetweenherfingers.“No!”webothanswered.“Wecertainlydon’t,”saidSummer,handingXimenaaboxofKleenex.Ximenablewhernose.“IguessIhaven’tbeenthatnicetoheringeneral,”shesaidquietly.“Drawingslikethisdon’thelp,”saidSummer,handingthesketchMileshadmadebacktoXimena.Ximenatookitandrippeditupintolotsoflittlepieces.“Justsoyouknow,”shesaid,“Iwouldneverhavepostedthat.AndItoldSavannaandEllienottodare
makeanymeancommentsaboutMayaonFacebookoranything.Iwouldneverbeacyber-bully.”“Iknow,”saidSummer.Shewasabouttosaysomethingelsewhentherewasaknockonthedoor.Summer’smompoppedherheadin.“Hey,guys,”shesaidcautiously.“Iseverythingokay?”“We’refine,Mom,”saidSummer.“Justsomegirldrama.”“Charlotte,yourmomjustcalled,”Summer’smomsaid.“Shesaysyoupromisedyou’dbehomeinten
minutes.”Ilookedatmyphone.Itwasalready6:20p.m.!“Thanks,”IsaidtoSummer’smom.AndthentoSummerandXimena:“Ibettergo.Areyougoingtobe
okay,Ximena?”Shenodded.“Thanksforcoming.Bothofyou,thanksforbeingsonice,”shesaid.“Ijustreallywanted
totalktosomeoneaboutit,butIcouldn’tactuallytalktoSavannaandEllie,youknow?”Wenodded.“Ibettergohome,too,”shesaid,standingup.Thethreeofuswalkeddownthehallwaytothefrontdoor,whereSummer’smomlookedlikeshewas
tryingtoorganizethecoats.“Whythelongfaces,girls?”sheaskedcheerfully.“Iwouldthinkyou’dbejumpingupanddownforjoy
about thebigday tomorrow!Afterall thoserehearsalsandall thehardworkyou’veput into it. Ican’twaittoseeyouguysdancing!”“Ohyeah,”Ianswered,nodding.IlookedatSummerandXimena.“Itisprettyexciting.”SummerandXimenastartedsmiling.“Yeah,”saidXimena.“I’mactuallykindofnervous,”saidSummer.“I’veneverdancedinfrontofanaudiencebefore!”“You just have to pretend they’re not there,” answered Ximena. You would never know that two
minutesagoshe’dbeencrying.“That’sawesomeadvice,”saidSummer’smom.“That’swhatIsaid,too!”Ichimedin.“Areyourparentsgoingtobethere,Ximena?”Summer’smomasked.“Ilookforwardtomeetingthem
atthebanquet.”“Yeah,”sheansweredpolitely,smilingwithherdimpleonfullpowernow.“Alltheparentsaresittingatthesametable,”Isaid.“AndMrs.Atanabiandherhusband.”“Ohgood,”saidSummer’smom.“I’mlookingforwardtohangingoutwitheveryone.”“Bye,Summer.Bye,Mrs.Dawson,”saidXimena.
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“Bye!”Isaid.Wewalked down the stairs to the lobby together,Ximena andme, and then headeddown the block
towardMainStreet,whereshewouldmakealeftturnandIwouldmakearightturn.“Youfeelingbetternow?”Isaidaswestoppedonthecorner.“Yeah,”sheanswered,smiling.“Thanks,Charlotte.You’vebeenareallygoodfriend.”“Thanks.You,too.”“Nah.”Sheshookherhead,playingwiththefringesofmyscarf.Shegavemealonglook.“IknowI
could’vebeennicertoyousometimes,Charlotte.”Thenshehuggedme.“Sorry.”Ihavetosay,itfeltreallyawesomehearingthatfromher.“Coolbeans,”Isaid.“Seeyoutomorrow.”“Bye.”IwalkedpasttherestaurantsalongAmesfortAvenue,whichwerefinallystartingtogetbusyagainnow
thattheweatherwasbecomingwarmer.Icouldn’tstopthinkingaboutwhatXimenahadjustsaid.Yeah,shecould’vebeennicertomesometimes.CouldIhavebeennicertosomepeople,too?Istoppedatthebigintersectionforthelight.That’swhenInoticedthebackofamaninanorangeparka
boardingabus.Withablackdognexttohim.Thedogwaswearingaredbandanna.“GordyJohnson!”Icalledout,runningafterhimassoonasthelightchanged.Heturnedwhenheheardhisname,butthedoorsofthebusclosedbehindhim.
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HowMrs.AtanabiWishedUsWellIntheupper-floorstudiosofCarnegieHall,whichiswhereMrs.Atanabihadusgetreadyfortheshow,there’s a hallwaywith framed pictures and programs of some of the great dancerswho’ve performedthereovertheyears.Aswewalkeddownthathallonthewaytochangeintoourcostumes,Mrs.Atanabipointedtooneofthephotographs.ItwasapictureoftheDuncanDancers,IsadoraDuncan’sdaughters,posingverytheatricallyinlongwhitetunics.ItwasdatedNovember3,1923.
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“Look, they’re just like the threeofyou!”shechirpedhappily.“Letmetakeapictureofyougirls infrontofit,”shesaid,pullingoutherphoneandaimingittowardus.Thethreeofusinstantlyposednexttothepicture,standingthesamewaythedancerswere:meonthe
left, hands in the air facing right; Summer on the right, hands in the air facing left; andXimena in themiddle,armsspreadoutinfrontofherfacingthecamera.Mrs.Atanabisnappedseveralshots,untilshewascontentwithone,andthenthefourofus—because
Mrs.Atanabiwaseverybitasexcitedasweweretonight—giddilytrottedtothebackroomtogetintoourcostumes.Weweren’ttheonlyonesperformingtonight.TheUpperSchoolJazzEnsembleandtheUpperSchool
Chamber Choir were already there.We could hear the sounds of trumpets and saxophones and otherinstruments echoing through the hallways, and the choir doing warm-ups in a large room next to ourdressingroom.Mrs.Atanabihelpeduswithourhairandmakeup.Itwassoawesomehowshetransformedeachofour
hairstylesintobig,roundbouffantswithcurled,flicked-upends,toppedbyacloudofhairspray.Althoughweallhadsuchdifferenttypesofhair,Mrs.Atanabisomehowmadeusmatchperfectly!Weweregoingon last. It felt like sucha longwait!Weheldhands thewhole timeand tried to talk
ourselvesoutofbeingcompletelypanicked.Whenitwasfinallytimeforustogoon,Mrs.Atanabibroughtusdownstairstothebackstageofthe
SternAuditorium.Wepeeked through thecurtainsat theaudienceas theUpperSchoolChamberChoirfinisheditslastsong.Thereweresomanypeople!Youcouldn’tmakeoutanyone’sface,becauseitwassodark,butitwasthebiggestauditoriumIhadeverseen—withbalconiesandgildedarchesandvelvetwalls!Mrs. Atanabi had us take our positions behind the curtains: Ximena in the middle, me on the left,
Summerontheright.Thenshefacedus.“Girls, you’veworked sohard,” shewhispered, her voice shakingwith emotion. “I can’t thankyou
enoughforallthetimeyou’veputintomakingmypiececometolife.Yourenergy,yourenthusiasm…”Hervoicecracked.Shewipedatearawayexcitedly.Ifwehadn’treadthatarticleabouther,wemight
nothaveunderstoodwhythiswasallsoimportanttoher.Butweknew.Wenevertoldherwehadfoundthatarticleabouther.Thatweknewaboutherchildhoodfriend.Wefiguredifshehadwantedustoknow,shewouldhavetoldus.Butknowingthatlittlepieceofherstorysomehowmadethedanceandeverythingleadinguptoitthatmuchmorespecial.Funnyhowallourstorieskindofintertwine.Everyperson’sstoryweavesinandoutofsomeoneelse’sstory.“I’mjustsoproudofyou,girls!”shewhispered,kissinguseachonourforehead.The audiencewas applauding the choir,which had just finished.As the singers streamed backstage
throughthewings,Mrs.AtanabimadeherwayaroundthefrontofthestagetowaitforMr.Tushmantointroduceher,andwetookourpositions.WecouldhearMrs.Atanabiintroducingthenumberwewereabouttodance,andus.“Thisisit,guys!”Ximenawhisperedtousasthecurtainstartedtorise.Wewaitedforthemusictostart.Five.Six.Five-six-seven-eight!It’stheshingaling,baby!
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HowWeDancedIwishIcoulddescribeeverysecondofthoseelevenminutesonstage,everymove,everyjump.Everyshimmy and twist. But of course I can’t. All I can say is that the whole thing went ABSOLUTELYPERFECTLY.Not onemissed cue or fumble.Basically, for eleven solidminutes, it felt likeweweredancing ten feet above the rest of theworld. Itwas themost thrilling, exciting, tiring, emotional, fun,awesomeexperienceofmylife,andaswerampeduptothebigfinish,stoplightingtowellletmetellyounobody, nobody before busting into Mrs. Atanabi’s signature shingaling, which was a variation sheinvented,Icouldfeeltheenergyoftheentireaudienceastheyclappedalongtothesong.Nobody,nobody,Nobody,nobodyNobody,nobody…Andthenweweredone.Itwasover.Outofbreath,beamingfromeartoear.Thunderousapplause.The three of us bowed in sync, and then we took our individual bows. The audience hooted and
hollered.Ourparentswerereadywithflowersforus.Andmymomhandedmeanextrabouquet,whichwegave
toMrs.Atanabiwhenshecameonstagewithusto takeabow.Iwished,forasecond, thatall thefifthgraderswho’dever laughedbehindMrs.Atanabi’sbackcouldseehernow,right thisminute,asIwasseeingher.Inherbeautifulgown,herbunperfectlymade—shelookedlikeaqueen.
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HowWeSpenttheRestoftheNightAlittlelater,afterchangingoutofourcostumes,wejoinedourparentsfordinnerinthebanquethall
downstairs.Aswewoundourwaythroughtheroundtablesfullof teachers,otherparents,anda lotofgrown-upswedidn’tknow,peoplecongratulatedusandcomplimentedourdancing.Ithoughttomyself,Thisiswhatitfeelsliketobefamous.AndIlovedit.Ourparentswereallsittingtogetheratatablebythetimewegotthere,alongwithMrs.Atanabiand
herhusband.Therewasalittleroundofapplausefromthemaswesatdown,andthen,basically,wespentthe restof theevening talking toeachothernonstop,breakingdownevery secondof thedance,wherewe’dbeennervousaboutnotmakingaparticularkick,wherewe’dgottenalittledizzycomingoutofaspin.Before dinner was served, Dr. Jansen, the headmaster of the school, gave a short speech thanking
everyoneforcomingtothebenefit,andthenaskedMrs.Atanabi,aswellasthechoirteacherandthejazzteacher,tostandupforanotherroundofapplause.Ximena,Summer,andIcheeredasloudaswecould.Then he talked about other things, like financial goals and fund-raising, and stuff thatwas so boring Icouldn’twaitforhimtostop.Later,afterwe’dfinishedoursalads,Mr.Tushmanmadeaspeechabouttheimportance of supporting the arts at Beecher Prep so the school could continue to nurture the kind of“talent” they’dwatched tonight.And this time he asked all the studentswho had performed tonight tostandupagainforanotherroundofapplause.Aroundtheroom,thekidsfromthejazzensembleandchoirstoodupwithvaryingdegreesofwillingnessandshyness.Thethreeofus, though,weren’ttheleastbitshyaboutstandingupforanotherroundofapplause.WhatlIcansay?Bringiton!By the time coffee was being served, all the speeches were over, and people had started walking
aroundandmingling.Isawonecouplecomeovertoourtable,butIcouldn’trememberwhotheywereuntilSummerjumpedoutofherseattohugthem.ThenIknew.Auggie’sparents.TheykissedSummer’smomandthencircledaroundtomeandXimena.“Youguysweresoamazing,”Auggie’smomsaidsweetly.“Thankyousomuch,”Ianswered,smiling.“Youmustbesoproudofthem,”Auggie’sdadsaidtoMrs.Atanabi,whowasnexttoSummer.“Iam!”Mrs.Atanabisaid,beaming.“Theyworkedsohard.”“Congratsagain,girls,”saidAuggie’smom,givingmyshoulderalittlesqueezebeforemakingherway
backtoSummer’smom.“SayhitoAuggieforme,”Icalledout.“Wewill.”“Wait,thosewereAuggie’sparents?”Ximena.“Theylooklikemoviestars.”“Iknow,”Iwhisperedback.“Whatareyouguyswhisperingabout?”saidSummer,comingbetweenus.“Shedidn’tknowtheywereAuggie’sparents,”Iexplained.
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“Oh,”saidSummer.“Hisparentsaresonice.”“It’sreallyironic,”saidXimena.“They’resogood-looking.”“HaveyoueverseenAuggie’sbigsister?”Isaid.“She’ssuper-pretty.Likeshecouldbeamodel.It’s
crazy.”“Wow,”saidXimena.“IguessIthought,Idon’tknow,thatthey’dallkindoflooklikeAuggie.”“No,”Summersaidgently.“It’slikewithyourbrother.It’sjusthowhewasborn.”Ximenanoddedslowly.Icouldtell,smartasshewas,she’dneverthoughtofitlikethatbefore.
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HowIFellAsleep—Finally!Wedidn’tgethomeuntilprettylatethatnight.Iwassuper-tiredasIwashedallthemakeupoffmyfaceand got ready for bed. But then, I don’t knowwhy, I couldn’t fall asleep. All the night’s events keptcrashingovermelikesoftwaves.Ifelt thewayyoufeel likewhenyou’reonaboat,rockingbackandforth.Mybedwasfloatinginanocean.Afterabouthalfanhouroftossingandturning,Ipickedmyphoneupfromwhereitwaschargingonmy
nightstand.
Anyoneup,
ItextedSummerandXimena.Itwasaftermidnight.Iwassuretheywereasleep.
Justwanteduguys toknowthat I thnkur the twomostamazingpeople in theworldandImgladwegottobsuchgoodfriendsforawhile.Illalwaysremembrthisnight.Itstheshingaling,baby!
Iput thephonebackon thenightstandandkarate-choppedmypillow tomake it comfy. I closedmyeyes,hopingsleepwouldcome.JustasIfeltmyselffinallydriftingoff,myphonebuzzed.Itwasn’tXimenaorSummer.Weirdlyenough,itwasEllie.
Hey,Charly, Imsureursleepingbutmyparents justcamehomefromthegalaandsaidyouguyswereabsolutelyunbelievablyincredible.Proudofyou.WishIcouldabeentheretoseeyoudance.Youdeserveit.Letstrytohangoutafterschoolnextweek.Missu.
Itsoundsstupid,buthertextmademesohappy,tearsinstantlywelledupinmyeyes.
Thnxsomuch,Ellie!Itextedback.
Wishucould’vebeentheretoo.Wouldlovetohangnextweek.MissU2.G’night.
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HowMayaWasSurprisedandSurprisedUsAllIwokeupfeelingsoexhaustedthenextmorning,Momletmegotoschoollate.IsawthatbothXimenaandSummerhadtextedmefirstthinginthemorning.
XimenaChinIfeelthesameway,Charlotte.Whatanight!
SummerDawsonI<3U2!
Ididn’ttextthembackbecauseIknewtheywereinclass.Imissedthefirstthreeperiods,anddidn’tseeeitherofthemuntillunch.Summer,asusual,wassittingwithAuggieandJack.AndXimena,asusual,wasattheSavannatable.Forafractionofasecond,IwasgoingtogooverandsayhellotoXimena,buttheimageofMayastandinginfrontofthatsamegroupofkidsyesterdaywasstillfreshinmyhead—andIdidn’twant togiveXimenaeven the sliverof a chanceofdisappointingmewithanythingbut a reallyfriendlyhello.SoIwavedtoherandSummerasIwalkedover tomyusual table,andsatdownnext toMaya.The
girlsatmytableaskedmehowlastnighthadgone—someofthemhadheardaboutitfromtheirparents—but I spared them toomany details because I knew they’d lose interest after thirty seconds.Which isexactlywhathappened.NotthatIcouldblamethem,really.Themain thing on theirminds—in fact, theonly thing theywanted to talk about—was the note that
MayahadgiventoEllieyesterdayinCarvel.Thatnote,itturnedout—whichbynowhadbeenquotedorreadaloudbyhalf thegrade—wasMaya’s first ticket to akindofpopularity she’dnever experiencedbefore.Peopleweretalkingabouther.Kidswerepointingherouttocurioussixthgraderswhohadalsoheardaboutthenote.“I’mthequeenoftheunderdogstoday!”Mayaherselfsaid.Icouldtellshefelttriumphant.Shelikedtheattentionshewasgetting.Ihad intendedto tellherhowhurtXimenahadbeenbyhernote,howithadmadehercry.But, ina
strangeway,Ialsodidn’twanttorainonMaya’sparade.“Hey,you!”saidSummer,nudgingmesoIcouldscootover.“Hey!”Isaid,surprisedtoseeherthere.Ilookedoverathertable,butAuggieandJackhadalready
left.“Hi,Summer,”saidMayaeagerly.“Didyouhearaboutmynote?”Summersmiled.“Yes,Idid!”sheanswered.“Didyoulikeit?”Mayaasked.IcouldtellSummerdidn’twanttohurtMaya’sfeelings,either,soshehesitatedinanswering.
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“WhereareAuggieandJack?”Iinterjected.“Workingonsometop-secretnotestoleaveinJulian’slocker,”sheanswered.“Anotelikemine?”saidMaya.Summershookherhead.“Idon’tthinkso.LovenotesfromsomeonenamedBeulah.”“Who’sBeulah?”Isaid.Summerlaughed.“It’stoohardtoexplain.”I noticed thatXimenawas looking at us from all theway across the cafeteria. I smiled at her. She
smiledback.Then,tomysurprise,shegotupandwalkedovertoourtable.Everybody at the table stopped talking as soon as they saw her standing there.Without even being
asked,MeganandRandscootedapartandXimenasatdownbetweenthem,directlyoppositeMaya,me,andSummer.Mayawascompletelyshocked.Hereyeswereopenwide,andshealmostlookedalittlescared.Ihad
noideawhatwouldhappennext.Ximenaclaspedherhandsinfrontofher,leanedforward,andlookedstraightatMaya.“Maya,” she said, “I justwant to apologize if I’veever saidordoneanything to insultyou. Inever
meantto,ifthat’sthecase.Iactuallythinkyou’reareallynicepersonandsuper-smartandinteresting,andIreallyhopethatwecanbefriendsfromnowon.”Mayablinked,butshedidn’tsayanything.Hermouthwasliterallyhangingopen.“Anyway,”saidXimena,nowseemingalittleshy,“Ijustwantedtotellyouthat.”“That’ssoniceofyou,Ximena,”saidSummer,smiling.Ximenalookedatuswiththatwinkingexpressionofhers.“It’stheshingaling,baby!”shesaid,whichmadeusbothsmile.Then,asquicklyasshe’dsatdownwithus,shegotupandwalkedbacktohertable.Ilookedoutofthe
cornerofmyeyeandsawEllieandSavannawatchingher.Assoonas shesatdownather table, theycameinclosetohearwhatshehadtosay.“Thatwassoniceofher,wasn’tit?”SummersaidtoMaya.“I’mshocked,”answeredMaya,takingherglassesofftowipethem.“Totallyshocked.”Summergavemealittleknowinglook.“Maya,whateverhappenedtothatgiantgameofdotsyouwereworkingon?”Isaid.“Oh, Ihave ithere!” sheansweredeagerly.“I toldyou Iwaswaitinguntilyou’rearound toplay it.
Why?Youwanttoplayitnow?”“Yeah!”Ianswered.“Ido.”“Me,too,”saidSummer.Maya gasped, grabbed her backpack, and pulled out a tube of paper that was folded in thirds and
slightlybentatthetop.Wewatchedherunfolditandcarefullyunwindthesheetofpaper,whichtookuptheentirewidthandlengthofthelunchtable.Whenitwascompletelystretchedout,wealllookedatit.Stunned.Therewasn’tonesquareinchofthegiganticpaperthatwasn’tcoveredindots.Perfectlydrawn,evenly
spacedlinesofdots.Butnot justdots.Beautifulgridpatternsconnectedbyswirls.Wavesof lines thatended in spirals, or flowers, or sunbursts. It almost looked like tattoo art, thewayblue ink can coversomeone’sarmsocompletely,youdon’tknowwhereonetattoostartsandanotherends.
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ItwasthemostunbelievablybeautifulgameofdotsI’veeverseen.“Maya,thisisincredible,”Isaidslowly.“Yeah!”shesaidhappily.“Iknow!”
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HowSomeThingsChanged,andSomeThingsDidn’t
Thatwastheonlytime,andthelasttime,thatSummer,Ximena,andIsatatalunchtabletogether.Oratany table, for that matter.We went back to our different groups. Ximena with Savanna. Summer andAuggie.MeandMaya.Andthat,honestly,wasfinewithme.Sure.Maybetherewaspartofme,thepartthatloveshappyendings,thatwishedthingshadchanged.
XimenaandElliewouldsuddenlyswitchtablesandstartsittingatmytable,alongwithSummer.Maybewe’dstartanewlunchtabletogether,withJackandAuggie,andReid—andAmos!—atthetablenexttoours.Butthetruthis,Iknewthingswouldn’tchangemuch.Iknewitwouldbethewayithadbeenafterthe
sleepover.Likewehadtakenasecrettriptogether.Avoyagethatnooneelseknewabout.Andwhenwereturnedfromourjourney,weeachwentbacktoourownhomes.Somefriendshipsarelikethat.Maybeeventhebestfriendshipsarelikethat.Theconnectionsarealwaysthere.They’rejustinvisibletotheeye.WhichiswhySavannawouldhavenoideathatSummerandIgottoknowherfriendXimenaaswellas
wedid.AndwhyMayawouldn’tunderstandtheeffecthernotehadonmeandSummer.OrwhyAuggiedidn’tknowthefirstthingaboutanyofthisstuffthatwasgoingon.“Hehashisownstufftoworryabout,”Summerhadtoldmeonce,whensheexplainedwhyshehadnevereventoldAuggieshe’dgottenpickedtobeinMrs.Atanabi’sdance.“Hedoesn’tneedtoknowaboutallthisgirldrama.”That’snottosaytherehaven’tbeensomechangesthathavehappened.Asweenteredour last fewmonthsof fifthgrade, Idefinitelynoticed thatXimenamademoreof an
effort tobranchout toothergirls inourgrade.Andwhensheseesme in thehallwaynow,shealwaysgivesmeawarmhello—regardlessofwhether she’swithSavanna.Also, even thoughEllieandMayaneverpatchedthingsup,EllieandIhavehungoutafterschoolacoupleoftimes.Notthatit’slikeitusedtobe,ofcourse.Butit’ssomething,andI’lltakeit.Smallsteps,asMrs.Atanabiwouldsay.Itstartswithsmallsteps.And the truth is, even if Ximena, Savanna, and Ellie did suddenly inviteme to sit at their table, I
wouldn’tgonow.Itjustwouldn’tseemright.Firstofall,Iwouldn’twanttogetanangrynotefromMayaorhaveherbareherteethatmeacrossaroomButmostly,it’sbecauseIrealizedsomethingthedaysheunrolledhermagnificentdotgameacrossthelunchtable:Maya’sbeenmyfriendthroughthickandthin.My friend friend.All theseyears. Inher clumsy, loyal, slightly annoyingway.She’s never judgedme.She’salwaysacceptedme.Andthatgroupofgirlsatmylunchtable,theonesIhavenothingincommonwith?Well,guesswhat?Wehavealunchtableincommon!Andaridiculouslybeautifulgameofdotsthatwe play over lunch,with the different-coloredmarkersMaya’s assigned to each and every one of us.Whichwehavetouseorshegetsreallymadatus.Butthat’sjustMaya.Andthatwillneverchange.
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HowITalkedtoMr.TushmanThelastdayofschool,Mr.Tushman’sassistant,Mrs.Garcia,foundmeinseventhperiodandaskedifIwouldcometalktoMr.Tushmanrightafterschool.Mayaoverheardherandstartedgiggling.“Ooh,ooh,Charlotte’sintrouble,”shesang.Webothknewthatwasn’tthecase,though,andthatitprobablyhadtodowiththeawardstheywere
givingouttomorrow.EveryoneassumedthatIwouldwintheBeechermedalbecauseIhadorganizedthecoatdrive,andthemedalusuallywenttothestudentwhodidthemostcommunityservice.IknockedonMr.Tushman’sdoorrightafterthelast-periodbell.“Comein,Charlotte,”hesaidenthusiastically,signalingformetositatthechairinfrontofhisdesk.IalwayslovedMr.Tushman’soffice.Hehadallthesefunpuzzlesontheedgeofhisdesk,andartwork
fromkidsovertheyearsframedandhangingonthewalls.InoticedimmediatelythathehadAuggie’sself-portraitasaduckdisplayedbehindhisdesk.AndthensuddenlyIknewwhatthismeetingwasabout.“So,areyouexcitedabouttomorrow’sgraduationceremony?”heasked,crossinghishandsinfrontof
himonthedesk.Inodded.“Ican’tbelievefifthgradeisalmostover!”Ianswered,unabletorestrainmyhappiness.“It’shardtobelieve,isn’tit?”hesaid.“Doyouhaveplansforsummer?”“I’mgoingtodancecamp.”“Oh,howfun!”heanswered.“Youthreeweresoamazingat thebenefit inMarch.Likeprofessional
dancers.Mrs.Atanabiwassoimpressedwithhowhardyouworked,andhowwellyouworkedtogether.”“Yeah,itwassomuchfun,”Isaidexcitedly.“That’sgreat,”hesaid,smiling.“I’mgladyou’vehadagoodyear,Charlotte.Youdeserveit.You’ve
been a joyful presence in thesehallways, and I appreciate howyou’ve alwaysbeennice to everyone.Don’tthinkthingslikethatgounnoticed.”“Thankyou,Mr.Tushman.”“ThereasonIwantedtohavealittlewordwithyoubeforetomorrow,”hesaid,“andI’mhopingyou
cankeepitbetweenus,isthatIknowyouknowthatamongthemanyhonorsIgiveouttomorrow,oneofthemistheBeechermedal.”“You’regivingittoAuggie,”Iblurtedout.“Right?”Helookedsurprised.“Whydoyousaythat?”heasked.“Everybody’sassumingI’mgettingit.”Helookedatmecarefully.Thenhesmiled.“Youareaverysmartgirl,Charlotte,”hesaidgently.“I’mfinewiththat,Mr.Tushman,”Isaid.“ButIwantedtoexplain,”heinsisted.“Because,thetruthofthematteris,hadthisbeenlikeanyother
ordinaryyear,youwouldprobablybegettingthatmedal,Charlotte.Youdeserveit—notonlybecauseof
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allthehardworkyoudidonthecoatdrive,butbecause,likeIjustsaidbefore,you’vebeenareallynicepersontoeveryone.Istillrememberhow,rightfromthestartwhenIaskedyoutobeAuggie’swelcomebuddy,youembracedthatwholeheartedlyandwithoutequivocation.”HaveImentionedhowmuchIlovethefactthatheusesbigwordsandassumesweunderstandthem?“But,asyouknow,”hesaid,“thisyearhasbeenanythingexceptordinary.Andwhen Iwas thinking
aboutthisaward, thinkingaboutwhatitrepresents,Irealizedthat itcanbeaboutmorethancommunityservice—nottodevaluethatatall.”“No,Iknowtotallywhatyoumean,”Iagreed.“WhenIlookatAuggieandallthechallengeshehastofaceonadailybasis,”hesaid,pattinghisheart.
“I’minaweofhowhemanagestosimplyshowupeveryday.Withasmileonhisface.AndIwanthimtohavevalidationthatthisyearwasatriumphforhim.Thathe’smadeanimpact.Imean,thewaythekidsralliedaroundhimafter thehorribleincidentat thenaturereserve?Itwasbecauseofhim.He inspiredthatkindnessinthem.”“Icompletelygetwhatyoumean,”Isaid.“AndIwantthisawardtobeaboutkindness,”hecontinued.“Thekindnessweputoutintheworld.”“Totally,”Iagreed.Heseemedgenuinelydelightedbymyattitude.Andalittlerelieved,Ithink.“I’msogladyouunderstand,Charlotte!”hesaid.“Iwantedtotellyoubeforehand,soyouwouldn’tbe
disappointedduringtheceremonytomorrow,since,asyousay,everyone’sassumingyou’regettingit.Butyouwon’ttellanyone,right?Iwouldn’twanttoruinthesurpriseforAuggieorhisfamily.”“CanItellmyparents?”“Ofcourse!ThoughI’mplanningongivingthemacallmyselftonighttotellthemjusthowproudIam
ofyouatthisverymoment.”Hegotupandreachedacrossthetabletoshakemyhand,soIshookhishand.“Thankyou,Charlotte,”hesaid.“Thankyou,Mr.Tushman.”“Seeyoutomorrow.”“Bye.”Istartedwalkingtowardthedoor,but thenthisonethoughtpoppedintomyhead, likeafully
formedidea.Ihadnocluewhereitcamefrom.“Buttheawardcangototwopeople,right?”Iasked.Helookedup.Forasecond,IthoughtIsawthetiniestbitofdisappointmentinhiseyes.“Ithas,ona
few occasions, gone to a couple of students who’ve done a community service project together,” heanswered,scratchinghisforehead.“ButinthecaseofAuggieandyou,Ithink,thereasonshewouldbegettingitaresodifferentfromthereasonsyouwouldbe—”“No,I’mnottalkingaboutAuggieandme,”Iinterrupted.“IthinkSummershouldgetthataward.”“Summer?”“She’sbeensuchanamazingfriendtoAuggieallyearlong,”Iexplained.“Andnotbecauseyouasked
her tobehiswelcomebuddy, likewithmeandJack.She justdid it! It’s likewhatyou just saidaboutkindness.”Mr.Tushmannodded,likehewasreallylisteningtowhatIwassaying.“Imean,I’vebeennicetoAuggie,”Isaid,“butSummerwaskind.That’slikenicetothetenthpower
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orsomething.DoyouknowwhatImean?”“Iknowexactlywhatyoumean,”heanswered,smiling.Inodded.“Good.”“I really appreciate your telling me all this, Charlotte,” he said. “You’ve given me much to think
about.”“Awesome.”Hewaslookingatmeandnoddingslowly,likehewasdebatingsomethinginhishead.“Letmeaskyou
something,though,”hesaid,pausingasifheweretryingtofindtherightwords.“DoyouthinkSummerwouldwantamedaljustforbeingfriendswithAuggie?”Themomenthesaidit,Iknewexactlywhathemeant.“Oh!”Isaid.“Waitaminute.You’reright.Shewouldn’t.”Forsomereason,theimageofMayabaringherteethattheSavannatableacrosstheroompoppedinto
myhead.Friendsdefinitelyaren’taboutthemedals.“Butletmethinkaboutittonight,”hesaid,gettingup.“No,you’reright,”Ianswered.“It’sgoodthewayyouhadit.”“Yousure?”Inodded.“Thanksagain,Mr.Tushman.Seeyoutomorrow.”“Seeyoutomorrow,Charlotte.”Weshookhandsagain,butthistimehetookmyhandinbothofhisown.“Justsoyouknow,”hesaid.“Beingniceisthefirststeptowardbeingkind.It’saprettyawesomestart.
I’msupremelyproudofyou,Charlotte.”Maybe he knew it andmaybe he didn’t, but for someone likeme,words like that areworth all the
medalsintheworld.
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HowXimenaRockedHerSpeechGoodmorning,Dr.Jansen,Mr.Tushman,DeanRubin,fellowstudents,faculty,teachers,andparents.I’mhonored tohavebeen asked togive the commencement speechonbehalf of the
fifthgradethisyear.AsIlookaroundatallthehappyfaces,Ifeelsoluckytobehere.Assomeof you know, thiswasmy first year atBeecherPrep. Iwon’t lie: Iwas a littlenervous about coming here at first! I knew that some kids have been here sincekindergarten,andIwasafraidIwouldn’tmakefriends.Butitturnsoutthatalotofmyclassmateswerealsonewtotheschool,likeme.Andeventhekidswhohavebeenhereawhile,well,middleschoolisabrand-newballgameforeveryone.It’sdefinitelybeena learning experience for all of us.With some bumps along the way. Some hits andmisses.Butit’sbeenawonderfulride.Earlierthisyear,IwasaskedtoperforminadancechoreographedbyMrs.Atanabi
fortheBeecherPrepBenefit.Itwasamazingforme.MyfellowdancersandIworkedreallyhard to learnhow todance together asone.That takes a lot of time.And trust.Now,youmaynotknowthisaboutme,butassomeonewho’sgonetoalotofdifferentnewschoolsovertheyears, trusthasn’talwaysbeeneasyformetogivepeople.ButIreallylearnedtotrustthesegirls.IrealizedIcouldbemyselfwiththem.AndI’llalwaysbegratefulforthat.IthinkwhatI’mmostlookingforwardtonextyear,myfellowfifthgraders,isbuilding
thattrustwithallofyou.Myhopeis,aswestartsixthgrade,aswegetolderandwiser,thatwealllearntotrusteachotherenoughsothatwecantrulybeourselves,andaccepteachotherforwhowereallyare.Thankyou.
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HowIFinallyIntroducedMyselfIhadtextedSummerandXimenathedayIsawGordyJohnsongettingonanuptownbus,andwewereallthrilled toknowhewasaliveandwell.Therewas somuchelsegoingonat the time, though, thatwereallyhadn’thadthechancetotalkaboutittoomuch.Wegotexcited,keptoureyespeeledtoseeifwe’dspothimagainsomewhereelseintheneighborhood,butweneverdid.Hewasgone.Again.ThenexttimeIsawhimwasn’tuntilthebeginningofJuly.Suddenlyhewasthereagain,sittinginfront
oftheA&Psupermarketawning,playingthesamesongsonhisaccordionthathehadalwaysplayed,hisblackLabradorlyingdowninfrontofhim.Iwatchedhimforafewminutes.Istudiedhisopeneyes,rememberinghowtheyusedtoscareme.I
watchedhisfingerstappingthebuttonsontheaccordion.It’ssuchamysteriousinstrumenttome.Hewasplaying“ThoseWeretheDays.”Myfavoritesong.Iwentuptohimwhenhewasfinished.“Hi,”Isaid.Hesmiledinmydirection.“Hello.”“I’mgladyou’reback!”Isaid.“Thankyou,missy!”hesaid.“Wheredidyougo?”“Ohwell,”he said,“Iwent to staywithmydaughterdownsouth fora spell.TheseNewYorkCity
wintersaregettingtoughontheseoldbonesofmine.”“Itwasacoldwinter,that’sforsure,”Isaid.“That’sforsure!”“Yourdog’snameisJoni,right?”“That’sright.”“AndyournameisGordyJohnson?”Hetiltedhishead.“AmIsofamousthatyouknowmyname?”heasked,cackling.“MyfriendSummerDawsonknowsyou,”Ianswered.Helookedup,tryingtothinkofwhoImighthavebeentalkingabout.“Herfatherwasinthemarines?”Iexplained.“Hediedafewyearsago.SergeantDawson?”“SergeantDawson!”hesaid.“Ofcourse I rememberhim.Gloriousman.Sadnews. I remember that
familywell.YoutellthatlittlegirlIsayhello,okay?Shewasasweetchild.”“Iwill,”Ianswered.“Wehadactuallytriedtofindyou.SummerandIwereworriedaboutyouwhen
youweren’thereanymore.”“Oh,honey,”hesaid.“Youdon’tneeds toworryaboutme. Imakemywayaroundall right. I’mnot
homelessoranything.Igotaplaceofmyownuptown.Ijustliketohavesomethingtodowithmyself,togetoutwithJoni.Itaketheexpressbusinthemorningrightoutsidemybuilding.Getoutatthelaststop.It’saniceride.Icomehereoutofhabit,youknow?Nicepeoplehere,likeSergeantDawsonwas.Ilike
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toplayforthem.Youlikemymusic?”“Yes!”Isaid.“Well,that’swhyI’mouthereplaying,girl!”hesaidexcitedly.“Tobrightenuppeople’sdays.”Inoddedhappily.“Okay,”Isaid.“Thankyou,Mr.Johnson.”“YoucancallmeGordy.”“I’mCharlotte,bytheway.”“Nicetomeetyou,Charlotte,”hesaid.Heextendedhishand.Ishookit.“Ibettergonow,”Isaid.“Itwasnicetalkingtoyou.”“Bye-bye,Charlotte.”“Bye-bye,Mr.Johnson.”Ireachedintomypocket,pulledoutadollarbill,anddroppeditintohisaccordioncase.Swoosh.“GodblessAmerica!”saidGordyJohnson.
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