on my notebook. That’s Kyla-speak for ditching fifth period and going to the mall. I started to write back to her, but she flicked my pen aside and wrote, “Let me guess. No. Too much work.” I smiled ruefully and nodded. She rolled her eyes at me and wrote, “Sucks to be you!” I managed to scribble, “Thanks,” before we both got the feeling we were missing too much of the French Revolution lecture currently being spewed forth at the front of the room. Before lunch Kyla dangled her car keys in my face with her “one last chance!” look, but I waved her off as Anne walked up to me. “Hey, thanks for forwarding me that physics e-mail,” she said, fiddling with the end of her blond ponytail. “I can’t believe you were already home when I called yesterday. I figured I would just leave you a message.” I smiled and nodded at her, my fingers clenching slightly as I imagined strangling Rina. “Yeah, I was kinda speeding,” I said casually. “You sounded a little weird on the phone, though.
