Get up, dress, have breakfast, clean teeth, do chores—empty trash, garbage, and such (Steve and Star are piling some of their chores on me, capitalizing on my disgrace)—go to school—strike's temporarily settled, thank goodness, so at least it's some place to go—come home, have snack, go up to my room, stay there until dinner. That was my life. Few words came my way, mainly sneers. As for Tornid, I don't know whether he got a different variety of punishments than me since I didn't ask and no one volunteered the information. I acted like I didn't care, suits me fine, my life, and all that. I gave that impression. Eventually I did hear. Trust Star to inform me in a roundabout way, saying to Notesy on the stairs, loudly so I'd hear, "I heard," she said, "that Timmy is never going to be allowed to play with Nick again, not even when he is allowed back out again." "Not ever?" said Notesy. I could tell Notesy thought this was rough. She is the least contaminated of the Contamination girls, and I may drop calling her that.
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