Out Loud. Friday morning I’m the first one in the classroom. We ran out of milk this morning, so my mom had to drive us to a coffee shop for hot chocolate and croissants to go. So not only did I get to eat breakfast in the car, I got chauffeured all the way to the front doors of the school like Susannah will be when she’s in the movies. I have to turn on the classroom lights because Mrs. Patinkin isn’t even here yet. After I hang up my backpack and my coat, I blow Boris a kiss that I hope he’ll remember when he’s at Devon’s house all weekend, then I head for my desk. Which I just now realize has something shiny and hot pink on it. And so does Laurel’s. And Susannah’s. And every other desk in the entire class, including Mrs. Patinkin’s. I scoot into my seat and pick it up. It’s a fancy folder and it says, “Devon Says.” She wrote down her crappy advice and had it professionally bound? In pink? I refuse to open it. In fact—I drop it on my desk—I refuse to even touch it.
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