I figured I’d sit there reading until the warning bell rang. Because I didn’t want to see Pearl. Only, before I could even pull out my book, Pearl walked into the lobby and saw me. And before I could decide whether to hurry away, she headed straight over and sat down beside me! “Hey,” she said. Very quietly, for Pearl. I didn’t answer— I hadn’t figured out what to say. That’s why I’d been trying to avoid her. She looked worried. Then she said, “Did I do something bad? Or say something wrong? I know you’re mad at me. But I can’t think of why!” I hesitated. Then I said, “You talked to Ainsley about me. I don’t like that.” Pearl looked confused. “I must’ve said good things,” she said. “No, you didn’t!” I said. “You said I’m too nice to Antoine and my dad sings like a garbage truck. She told me that!” “Oh,” Pearl said, covering her mouth with her hand. Obviously remembering. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t trying to be mean!
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