What? Bring in their letters? Nobody had told her she was going to have to display the letter she had gotten from Allyson. How could she do that? If people read Allyson’s letter, they’d find out that Lizzie had made up all sorts of things about herself. She clutched the sides of her desk and groaned. “Are you okay?” Maria gave her a worried look. Lizzie managed to nod. “Sure,” she whispered. But she wasn’t. For the rest of the school day, Lizzie worried. What was she going to do? She was trapped. She had already raised her hand when Mrs. Abeson had asked who’d gotten letters, so she couldn’t say that a letter had not come. Maybe she could pretend to be sick on Monday, so she could stay at home. She had never done that before, but how hard could it be? She could just tell Mom that her stomach hurt. But that would only put things off for a day or two. Whenever she did come back to school, Mrs. Abeson would ask about the letter.
