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asked.
    â€œFine,” I mumbled, hanging up my jean jacket.
    Mom frowned. “You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”
    â€œI’m a little tired,” I replied, heading straight for the stairs.
    I didn’t want to talk about the meeting with them. I was afraid I might blab and tell them all about Prank Night. Then I’d get in big trouble.
    I was halfway upstairs when Dad yelled, “Oh, Lizzy, I almost forgot. Caroline called. She said it was really important you call her back.”
    I felt as though someone punched me in the stomach.
    â€œCaroline?” I repeated in a shaky voice.
    â€œShe said to call no matter how late you got in.”
    â€œOh, no!” I whispered. My hand gripped the stair railing.
    She knows.
    Caroline was slimed . . . and she knows I did it.

11

    I stared at the phone in my parents’ bedroom.
    I have to call Caroline, I thought. I have to say I’m sorry. Or at least try to explain.
    I put my hand on the receiver. “Here goes.”
    I didn’t even have to think about the number. My fingers knew it by heart: 555-4239.
    One ring. My stomach did somersaults as I waited for someone to pick up.
    Two rings.
    Come on, Caroline. Let me get this over with!
    â€œHurt residence, Caroline speaking.”
    It’s her. Now what do I do? I thought.
    â€œHello?” Caroline sounded irritated. “Hel loooooh.”
    It was now or never.
    I spoke really fast. “Caroline-it’s-me-Lizzy.”
    â€œLizzy!” Caroline yelled.
    I winced. Oh, no. Here it comes.
    But instead of screaming at me, Caroline burst out laughing. “You will not believe what just happened at my house.”
    I frowned. Why was she laughing?
    â€œI had to call you right away,” Caroline continued. “My brother, Chip, just got . . . oh, it’s too funny to even say.” She laughed some more before she could finish her sentence. “Lizzy, Chip just got slimed!”
    â€œ Chip got slimed?” I asked. “Your brother Chip?”
    â€œYes! Oh, Lizzy, you should have seen him. He was covered from head to toe in this disgusting green goop.” Caroline laughed so hard, she snorted. And that made her laugh even harder.
    I stood there holding the phone. Chip?
    He must have been wearing a shirt the same color as Caroline’s. And they were about the same height. And, after all, I had never gotten a look at the person’s face. . . .
    I collapsed on my parents’ bed. Whew! That was close!
    I started to giggle along with Caroline. Half from relief. And half from hearing her snort. It felt really good to be talking to her again.
    â€œAnd boy, did he stink!” she exclaimed when she could speak again. “I don’t know what was in that stuff, but—”
    â€œListen, Caroline,” I cut in. “I’m sorry about how Iyelled at you this afternoon. I’m really glad you got into the Waynesbridge Scouts. I acted like a jerk.”
    Caroline paused. Then her tone changed completely. She wasn’t laughing anymore. “I’m sorry too. You were so upset. And I didn’t help you at all. You should have been picked for the scouts too. It wasn’t fair.”
    â€œLet’s not fight anymore,” I said earnestly. “You’re my best friend. And I want it to stay that way.”
    â€œMe too,” Caroline agreed. Then she giggled again. “Remember the best-friend cheer we made up in second grade?”
    â€œYup,” I said. I started the cheer.
    â€œWe’re the very best of friends,
    We’ll be best friends till the end.”
    Caroline joined in and together we shouted the end of the cheer: “B-E-S-T, best friends!”
    We both laughed. I suddenly felt lighter. Happier. We were friends again!
    â€œSo how was your first meeting of the Waynesbridge Scouts?” I finally asked.
    â€œYou really want to hear?” Caroline