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SheР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s not here to teach me how to be a girl who cuts class to smoke weed. The weed is probably expensive so I donР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›t want to waste it. I suck in a long drag, trying hard not to cough this time. I pinch a joint tight between two fingers-because I tend to drop lit joints-while I doodle a cookie design in my notebook. Now IР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›m hiding, sitting on an old root at the bottom of my favorite tree, at my old house. I donР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›t usually cut class, but I needed distraction from that thing in my backpack. KING THINKS IР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›VE come down with the flu so when he sends me to the office, I sneak out early. My hand is still shaking when I stuff the unopened envelope into my backpack, as if hiding it from my sight will make me forget about it. IР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›d put my hands down to climb on and off sheР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›d go-pulling it away, unable to contain her laughter as I fell on my face, eating snow. The tracks remind me of when Kellen and I were kids, and she would pull the sled, running with it just ahead of me so I couldnР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›t get on. I hope he doesnР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›t notice as I pull the sealed envelope through the flour spill on the counter. Hey, make sure you donР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›t read that postcard in class.Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎС™ Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎв„ўKara? Are you feeling okay?Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎС™ He sets the envelope down. I stare at the envelope he offers while I point to the counter, hoping heР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›ll stick it there because I donР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›t want to touch it. My teacherР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s voice registers somewhere in the midst of it all. Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎв„ўKara?Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎС™Р В РІР‚СњР вЂ™Р’Вifferent sounds spin through the air: the creak of an oven door, the hum of mixers, and the throbbing in my head. He swears under his breath, which is usually funny to me, but not now, not when I see a familiar blue-gray envelope with bloody red fibers poking out of his pile. But my stomach knots because I locate the Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎв„ўsomething elseР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎС™ before he does. King keeps digging, I drop the postcard into my backpack without looking at it. And, I have something else for you in here,Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎС™ he says, rummaging through his stack, Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎв„ўI know itР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s here somewhere. He pulls out a shiny postcard and waves it in the air.

King balances a stack of catalogs and paper, topped off with a half-eaten apple fritter. Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎв„ўKara.Р В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р РЋРЎС™ The teacher spooks me from behind, oblivious to the panic across the room and to my sister sitting there, now kicking her legs back and forth. Once upon a time, I wouldР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›ve tried to smack her. I wonder if she can tell itР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s ticking me off. I try to ignore it and keep stirring, but my sister KellenР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s knee bobs up and down, up and down, threatening to knock my mixing bowl to the floor. Right now that F smells like burnt sugar, and thereР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s a lot of noise coming from the other side of the room where someone is actually failing home ec. We can all smell when someoneР В Р вЂ Р В РІР‚С™Р Р†РІР‚С›РЎС›s getting an F. Interior design by Janine Agro, Soho Press, Inc. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication DataР В РІР‚СњР В Р вЂ№. Published in the United States by Soho Teen

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