“Thanks, everybody,” Jack said. “I’ll take the votes and tally them. After I’ve had a chance to talk with both candidates, I’ll make a general announcement.” At lunch Hazelle was not at the newspaper table, and neither was Jack. I sat with Penny because I couldn’t stand the tension at the Wexburg Academy Times table. I went home and did my homework, ate dinner, and turned in my column to Jack. This wouldn’t normally be a column week for me, but he’d juggled the editorial schedule a bit to accommodate end-of-the-year events. Then I tried to sleep. In first period on Wednesday, I knew the answer before Jack had even made the announcement. Hazelle flounced into first period, her Ruby Desire lipstick as dark as ever, and plopped down right next to me. “Hey, Hazelle,” I said. She smiled at me, but it was a superior I-am-the-queen kind of smile. “Hullo, Savannah,”
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