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I’d never seen them or heard Brooke talk about a fight they had. But come on. I don’t know what, exactly, I expected her to do, but let me say that she looked like she wanted to jet out of there five minutes ago, and that made me feel all alone.
    Mom said it was time for Brooke to go home, which she did, quick as the lightning outside. Dad said he’ddrive her since it was still raining, and kissed my head as he went to get his keys while I awaited my fate with Mom. Brooke scurried past me without a single word, and worse, she didn’t even look at me. Like I was toxic and eye contact alone would get her in trouble with Momzilla. When I heard the door to the garage shut, I looked up at my mom, and burst into tears.
    That’s how I ended up grounded and unable to register with Brooke for the start of junior high. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but it would have been nice to go with her since we already did everything together.
    â€œHey, Madeline. Where’s your other half?”
    See what I mean? I hadn’t been at the school five minutes before someone noticed we weren’t attached at the hip. In this case it was Shawna Raymond, who was mourning the loss of her best friend, Mindy, because she had to go to Ranger Junior High. Shawna wore all black and looked at me with bitter, suspicious eyes.
    â€œRegistering this afternoon,” I said.
    â€œI’m surprised you can stand the separation,” she said. I didn’t like Shawna’s tone. “Doesn’t one die if cut off from its host or something?”
    â€œSo how’s life over at Ranger?”
    She glared at me. I swear the girl headed straight toward heavy black-lined eyes and combat boots over thesummer, if you know what I mean. “I hope you enjoy the year with your best friend, ” she said, as if I were to blame for the school district lines.
    Thankfully, Mindy arrived at that moment, and the two of them left. After filling out some forms, Dad patted my back and said he’d wait for me outside in the courtyard. “I don’t want to run the risk of doing anything to embarrass you. Ha ha,” he’d said, and I sort of loved him for it.
    I found the line, which was only about five miles long, to pick electives and stood at the back of it. I flipped through the student handbook, wondering if anyone ever actually read it, then thought of Brooke and wished we’d coordinated our electives better. What a rookie mistake.
    â€œOh, great. More waiting. Just what I love,” said a voice behind me.
    I laughed and turned to see who’d said that.
    The girl wore cotton shorts with a thick (maybe too thick) cotton belt that made her waist look lumpy, wedges, and a button-down short-sleeve shirt tucked in. Despite the belt, she looked cute. She was much more dressed up than the rest of us, but she had a look about her that said she always dressed like that, that this wasn’t some special occasion for her.
    I smiled. “I was hoping when I woke up this morning I could go somewhere and just stand.”
    â€œOh my god, me too!” she joked. “Standing is my all-time favorite activity!”
    â€œMine too,” I said. “And I’m so good at it that I’m thinking about petitioning for it to be an Olympic sport.” We both laughed. “I’m Madeline.”
    â€œSusanna,” she said. “Hey, let me ask you something. And you have to be totally honest.” I nodded. “What do you think of these shorts?”
    I didn’t know her so I didn’t really feel like I could tell her I didn’t like them, but I also figured if she got mad, then oh well. It’s not like we were friends. So I said, “I like them, but I think they’d be even cuter without the belt.”
    She considered me, nodding her head. “Now I know I can trust you,” she said. “My friends kept telling me they looked cute, but I just knew there was something