Well, she had seven that might work. Okay, she had three real plans for getting back at Maggie. Two that were in any way doable—if she had superpowers. Still, lying in bed planning outrageous evil deeds was the only way Elizabeth could even imagine how she was going to go back to school Monday after seeing the Smelly-Girl person2person page, though it had mysteriously disappeared. Funny, watching the night doesn’t stop the sun from coming up, but when Elizabeth heard the sounds of court TV coming from downstairs, she knew she must have fallen asleep at some point and now it was morning. The worst morning of her life. Breakfast waiting for her. “Everything all right?” her mother asked. Elizabeth tried to swallow a spoonful of cereal. Better yet, she used her mouthful of milk and Cheerios to muffle her answer. “Sure, Mom.” She hadn’t told her mother about the person2person page but her anxiety about going to school today was probably obvious. Elizabeth wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed to tell her mother or more worried that her mother might go into the school and make a big stink, which, of course, would only be more embarrassing.
