It's All Good Read Online Free PDF

I mean.
    Hope snatches me out of my daydream ... er ... nightmare.
    â€œGia, why is Valerie here, anyway?”
    â€œHeck if I know! Big mouth Candy brought it up in Hi-Steppers practice and she invited herself.”
    Hope frowns. “I think she’s just here to cause trouble. She left a nastygram on Susan Chiang’s Facebook page the other day.”
    â€œWhat do you mean, nastygram?”
    â€œShe just posted a note to her wall that said, ‘Bow to the real queen of Longfellow High. It’s not over.’”
    I burst into spontaneous laughter. It’s not over! Are you kidding me?
    â€œThat doesn’t even sound like Valerie,” I say after I’m done laughing. “She’s much more cerebral than that. The whole Facebook stalking seems so juvenile.”
    Candy says, “I saw it, too. It was right there in my updates, next to a picture of Susan wearing her Homecoming crown.”
    â€œIt was there,” Sascha concurs. “We all told Susan that Valerie is just jealous and that she shouldn’t worry about it.”
    Hmm ... I don’t know if that was good advice. If that was truly Valerie posting a note on Susan’s page, she probably should worry. But I still can’t see Valerie sitting at home on her computer thinking up halfway mean things to say online. She’s the type to get right up in your face and get you told.
    Valerie waves at me and Candy from across the sanctuary as she walks out the back exit. How do I know she wasn’t waving at Hope and Sascha too? That’s easy.
    They’re rally girls.

6
    I t’s Friday, and I am too pumped because I’m sitting in my last-period English class with Kevin and Ricky and it’s almost over! That means that in less than thirty minutes we’re going to be on the school bus and headed to Columbus, Ohio, for the state high school football championship. The Spartans are playing the Finley Sabers, and it should be a beast of a matchup. (You like that little play on words, don’t you? Sabers ... beast? Okay, whatever, hater. It was a good pun.)
    Ms. Beckman, our fierce English teacher, is letting us chill until the bell, because she knows that we are way too excited to hear anything she’s trying to tell us about poetry structure. That’s going to have to wait until next week when the Spartans are the state champs!
    Do I sound extra pumped? Hahahaha.
    â€œAre you still gonna sit next to me on the bus?” Kevin asks.
    He is most definitely rocking his new outfit and a fresh haircut, so I guess I’ll keep my word. “Sure, Kev. Too bad Ricky’s gonna be on the other bus. He’s gonna be so bored without us.”
    Ricky chuckles. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”
    Can I tell you that he really, really is starting to get on my nerves? I’m trying to keep a positive outlook on this whole Gia/Ricky thing, but it seems like Ricky is dead set on there being no us.
    â€œSo, Ricky, when are the ’rents coming down?” I ask.
    â€œThey’re driving down Saturday afternoon. My dad has to work in the morning. Is your mom coming?”
    I shrug. “I would rather she didn’t.”
    â€œWhy not?” Ricky asks. “It’s not like you’ve got any wildin’ out planned. Or do you?”
    â€œAnyway!” I say, totally dismissing Ricky. “Kev, did your grandmother pack any snacks for us?”
    Kevin’s face lights up, like he’s really excited that I’m looking forward to riding next to him on the bus. Why you playing, though, Mother Witherspoon makes some slamming goodie bags. As long as she doesn’t make those ...
    â€œYes! She made us fried chicken sandwiches.”
    Fried chicken sandwiches.
    Ricky cracks up. “Kev, you’ve been walking around all day with fried chicken in your backpack? It’s probably spoiled by now. You and Gia are gonna end up with salmonella poisoning.”
    â€œFor