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talking to.” I make hurry-up-and-spit-it-out circles with my hand. “Ixnay on the details.”
    She frowns. “The Ruler was looking for some things. She couldn’t find them. When I looked, there were a bunch of them. Right in view, on top of some other things.” She looks at me, her eyebrows raised. “That explanation work for you?”
    â€œAbsolutely. Nice and simple.”
    Junie butts her special stripy notebook for her French notes up against the pen and highlighter on her desk. “Maybe the stuff with the pointer and the motion sensors is a sign that she’s worried about having a stalker?”
    â€œNah,” I say. “She doesn’t even know she has one. She’s just mega overextended. What with teaching and my dad gone and robotics.” Hands above myhead, I squeeze my hair clip. “Like, she’s normally so fanatical about housework with all-natural products and lots of cleaning and dusting and HEPA-filter vacuuming. But I’ve noticed our place doesn’t smell too good lately. And, she lost her keys again this a.m.”
    â€œYeah, well, this
is
our busiest time in robotics.” Junie pulls a paperback French-English dictionary from her backpack. “We’re almost at the end of the six weeks allotted to build our bot and test it out at the practice competition. The whole team is frazzled.”
    Someone needs a major reality check. “Frazzled” and “robotics club” so don’t go together.
    At the front of the class, Madame Babblepants begins her daily nonsensical, uh, babble.
    â€œHmmm,” Junie mumbles at me, her eyes all focused on Madame, who’s handing Nerdy Nick a stack of worksheets to pass out.
    Flinging a couple on my desk, Nerdy Nick says, “Hey, Sherry, wanna save us all some time?” He picks up Junie’s pen and marks a big F at the top of my first paper.
    In a smooth move, Junie reaches out a hand for her pen and transforms the F into an A. “Be nice, Nick.”
    Miracle of miracles, he actually goes red and mumbles, “Sorry, Sherry.”
    Who knew Junie had such power?
    In the meantime, Junie’s hunched over her desk, diving into verb conjugations. Like they’re peanutbutter and jelly, you cannot separate Junie from her 4.0.
    We’ve been best friends for ages, ever since beginner swimming, even though we’re pretty much polar opposites. Junie’s brilliant and into school, like an engineer or something. I’m social and fashionable and into boys. With such different talents, we can really help each other out.
    I watch her for a second while she messes with the verb
conduire
. From the cartoon picture of a car on the worksheet, I’m guessing it means “to drive.” I watch Junie’s pen fly over the page, drawing lines to match up
je conduis
with “I drive” and
tu conduis
with “you drive.” When she hits
nous conduisons/we
drive, I figure out where I’m headed next, mysterywise.

chapter
six
    A fter last period, I trudge across campus to The Ruler’s classroom.
    Honor Roll Girl is standing next to The Ruler’s desk. “I just want to be sure I understand how to get extra credit on the assignment, Ms. Paulson.”
    After marrying my dad a couple of months ago, The Ruler didn’t change her name at school. Phew for me. There’s gotta be a couple of students hidden under a rock on campus who don’t know The Ruler’s my stepmom.
    All serious and professional, The Ruler gives Honor Roll Girl a few pointers, then says, “Good enough, Meghan?”
    â€œWell,” Honor Roll Girl says, getting ready to launch into more sucking-up mode.
    â€œWhy don’t you start setting up for robotics in the shop room? You’ll be taking on a leadership role today while I’m at the staff meeting.”
    Honor Roll Girl literally puffs out her chest with pride and struts to the door. Yikes.
    The Ruler