Amber asks the next afternoon. It’s Friday, the day of my game, and we’re in my room. She’s sitting on my bed, painting her nails blue to match mine. Hello, blue nail polish is never a good idea, I know, but tonight’s the one exception, since it’s one of the school colors. I wanted to do half-blue, half-gold, but I didn’t have any gold polish. “What do you mean? I have a game.” How can she have forgotten? I mean, she’s painting her nails blue as we speak. I’m bouncing around in my sneakers, up and down, up and down, trying to get myself psyched up for tonight. I’m listening to pump-up music, like “Eye of the Tiger,” which I burned onto a CD during math one day last week in the computer lab while Mrs. Walker was in the other room. “I mean after your game,” she says. “Um, yes,” I say. “I’ll be back by ten, I think.” “No,” she says. “I’m going.” “You’re going where?” “To your game,” she says. I stop hopping. “You’re coming to my game?
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