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bunch of girls who weren’t my friends made me jealous—jealous at her for having a fun day, jealous because she had more friends than me, and jealous that she had something to do on a Friday night that didn’t involve me. I started to wonder about friendship, and how friends were supposed to comfort each other, be there for each other. I didn’t feel like Arlene was doing that at all. She wasn’t even thinking about how I felt. And the frightening truth was, she was the only person who knew why I got those roses. I rubbed my swollen eyes, holding back tears.
    â€œSara, you still there? I think I lost her,” she said to her friends, and then she hung up the phone.

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    Are you open to new friendships?
    A new girl arrives in your civics class and asks you if she can sit with you at lunch. You:
    a) ask her what type of clique she hung out in at her last school so you can fairly decide if she’s a fit for your clique.
    b) tell her of course she can sit with you, and you’ll meet her at her locker and escort her to the cafeteria just to make sure she doesn’t get lost.
    c) tell her, “No habla English.” Why is that stranger talking to you?!
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    Like I said, Arlene and I have this ritual of watching Golden Raspberry movies every month where we get together, eat junk food, and watch the worst-of-the-worst movies, like Battlefield Earth and Gigli . We love cringing at the bad acting, dialogue, and general heinousness of these movies. They arethe type of movies that no one except your best friend would watch with you, and we both love it.
    The Razzie “winners” of the year are announced the night before the Academy Awards. I always go to Arlene’s house and we look up the winners online and immediately put the best of the worst at the top of our must-see list. The best/saddest is when one actor or actress is dishonored year after year. For example, Haden Prescott is a repeat offender—she’s been dishonored three times in four years. At the rate she was going, reality game shows couldn’t be far behind. But this year, something phenomenal happened. Haden Prescott was nominated for a Razzie and an Academy Award in the same year. It was unprecedented.
    When I arrived at Arlene’s on Saturday night, I felt uneasy about what Kirstie had told me, and even worse about calling Arlene to question her on how word got out about the roses. But when she told me the pizza was on its way, her computer was rolling (the ceremony only showed online), and her family was under explicit instructions not to bother us, I told myself not to worry or even think about what had happened at school yesterday. The worst was already over, and the rest would turn out to be nothing.
    â€œWhat happened yesterday?” Arlene asked as soon as we were in her room. “We were talking and the next thing I knew, you were gone.”
    â€œOh,” I said. “I think your phone cut me off.” I hated lying to her, but I didn’t want to relive the whole thing either. I wished I could travel back in time, like in Haden Prescott’s movie Not Again! where she keeps living the same day over and over again (like Groundhog Day , but not funny). I would go to It’s About Bloomin’ Time and make sure the flowers were to be sent home and not to school. Then my life would be its usual, boring self.
    â€œDid you hear me tell you that Ellen heard a rumor that Shiner sent you those flowers?”
    â€œYeah, I heard. Hey, you want to make bets on if Haden wins the Razzie? I’ll give you odds,” I said, even though I had no idea what that meant—I’d just heard it from movies.
    â€œWith a title like Demon’s Lover , I’d say she’s got a pretty good chance.” In the comedy, Haden played the spawn of Satan who falls in love with a pastry chef and tries to save mankind.
    â€œI know! We have to rent it immediately,” I said, happy that I had