I am so glad to get away from Paige and Timmy and the twins and exploding pizzas and trespassing ghosts that the minute I see Mrs. Spangle, I throw my arms around her waist and squeeze her. “What’s this for?” she asks, but she squeezes my shoulders right back. “I am happy to see you,” I tell her. “Well, that’s a great attitude for a Monday,” Mrs. Spangle replies. “Thanks for the boost, Mandy.” I trot off into the cubbies, and Anya is standing in front of mine. I throw my arms around her neck from the back, and I think I tackle her a little bit. “You’re choking me!” she calls, but she is laughing about it, so I know I am not really hurting her. I release her, and she spins around. “How’s Paige?” she asks. “Ugh,” I answer. “Bossy. Annoying. I would like her to go home now.” “Who?” Natalie pipes up from behind me, and I do not even mind that she is interrupting, even though I usually do not like people to butt in on my beeswax. “Paige, my cousin,”
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