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of the kids were in my elementary school. i saw kyle . . . he looked supercute in a brown button-down and jeans. besides that, not much to report. i’m exhausted, though! all that running between classes! i’m going to ask my mom if we can go out to dinner to celebrate the first day of sixth grade.
    luv you all,
    nat

chapter THREE

grace> FRIDAY

    “No, my favorite is definitely Romeo and Juliet ,” Lara said. She picked up her can of apple juice and took a long sip. “I mean, Macbeth is cool—”
    “You’re not supposed to call it that,” Greg interrupted her. “You’re supposed to call it The Scottish Play .”
    “Isn’t that only when you’re like, performing it?” another boy, Andrew, jumped in. “I think you can call it Macbeth when you’re not.” He reached over and took a few of Greg’s potato chips.
    Grace put down her bag of baby carrots. “What do you mean? Why can’t you call it Macbeth ?” Her drama club friends knew the weirdest things about theater stuff.
    “It’s bad luck, or something,” Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t think it really matters if Lara calls it that when we’re working on scenes from My Fair Lady .”
    “You’re probably right,” Greg said. “But I wouldn’t take any chances.”
    Lara and Grace looked at each other and laughed. The four kids were seated cross-legged in a circle in their school’s huge theater, sharing snacks during their ten-minute break at drama club. It was only halfway through the club’s first meeting, but Grace had already become great friends with Lara, Andrew, and Greg. She even had plans to go to a movie with Lara over the weekend. She’d barely had time to feel guilty about lying to her parents, though she realized she’d have to do some damage control and tell Lara to just say she was Grace’s friend from class.
    “Anyway, since I was so rudely interrupted,” Lara said teasingly, “like I was saying, Romeo and Juliet is my favorite. I just love Shakespeare. He’s so romantic .”
    “Yeah,” Andrew said, rolling his eyes. “It’s so sweet how they die at the end.” He and Greg burst out laughing.
    “Whatever,” Lara replied, pushing a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. “All I know is, it’s romantic, and beautiful, and like, the best love story ever.” “I know,” Grace said excitedly. “When Leonardo DiCaprio finds Claire Danes lying on that—” She stopped abruptly, noticing Lara’s sly smile. “What?”
    “It’s way more romantic in the actual play , Grace,” Lara said, grinning.
    “Oh,” Grace responded, feeling slightly stupid. “I haven’t read it.”
    “Really?” Lara asked nonchalantly. “We read it last year in my English class—”
    “Wow, really?” Grace said. “Isn’t it pretty hard?” She knew that Shakespeare’s plays were usually read during middle school or high school—she couldn’t imagine someone reading it during a class in elementary school.
    Lara shrugged. “Come on,” she said. “I mean, it is in English ,” she joked, reaching over to squeeze Grace’s arm affectionately.
    Grace looked down at the floor. “Yeah, I know,” she said. “I mean, obviously it is.”
    Andrew laughed. “Whatever, Lara, we didn’t all go to smarty-pants school for fifth grade.” Grace relaxed a bit, remembering that Lara had gone to a super-exclusive private school, but had decided to stick to public school for sixth grade because there wasn’t a good drama club at the private middle school.
    “Speaking of smarty pants,” Greg said, “can you guys believe the homework we have already?” He leaned over and grabbed one of Grace’s baby carrots and shoved it into his mouth.
    “I know,” Grace said. Even on the first day of school she’d spent two hours doing homework, and the load had gotten considerably worse since. “I’ve had tons of homework every single night.” She took a deep breath and looked around at her new friends. “The worst part