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knows she’s gotten a really good bargain,
está bien
? Daisy forks over ten dollars with pleasure, then snaps the choker onto her neck like it’s a trophy.
    â€œHow does it look?” she asks me, pushing her long, wavy hair behind her shoulders to show off the choker.
    â€œ
La dopa
—and fresh as a Daisy!” I respond proudly, then hurriedly fold the crisp ten-dollar bill into my cheetah wallet. I stuff the wallet into my backpack before Mr. Drezform takes attendance.
    â€œTalk to you later!” I whisper, pinching Bubbles under the chair. I feel so much better already!
    I guess it was kinda hard, adjusting to being back in school after our dream trip to La La Land. We got to lie in a pool, perform for the bigwigs—and I even met this publicity executive from Def Duck Records at the showcase. He said that I reminded him of Kahlua Alexander, their biggest artist!
    I am lost in my own
Telemundo
channel, when I hear Mr. Drezform call my name
loudly
. Bubbles pokes me really hard.
    â€œHere!” I yell, then sit back in my chair and take out the pygmy hedgehog book. I wonder if the little hoglets only make tiny poopoos in the kitty litter box. Otherwise, you can forget it—
olvídate, está bien
? Mom is even worse about odors than I am—unless they’re coming out of very expensive perfume bottles!
    When attendance is over, I jump up because I have to go to the bathroom before first period. I smile at Daisy and say good-bye, then tell Bubbles I’ll meet her in math class.
    As soon as the bell rings, I get up to make a mad dash out the classroom door. But all of a sudden, I hear Keisha Jackson yelling at Bubbles.
    â€œYo, Galleria, I think you dropped something,” Keisha says with a smirk, handing her—gasp—the silver letter “L” from Bubbles’s Cheetah Girl choker!
    Ay, Dios mío
! I think I’m going to faint! Quickly, I put my hand around my neck.
Gracias gooseness
—thank goodness—I still have all my letters.
    Bubbles snatches the silver letter from Keisha’s hand and puts it in her pocket, like it’s no biggie—but I know she is
goospitating
.
    â€œGalleria, you know what? It doesn’t look too bad without the ‘L’—‘Grow Power!’ I like it!” Keisha says, heckling. Then she says, in a real loud voice, “I heard you and Chanel tell Daisy that
you
made the chokers?”
    I am so humiliated, I wish I could do an abracadabra on the spot and disappear! “Yes,
we
made them,” Bubbles whimpers. Her face has turned five shades of my favorite color—red.
    â€œMaybe you’d better tell Daisy, before hers falls apart next period,” Keisha says. Sucking her teeth, she walks off, like she’s a designer herself or something. Come on—she majors in fashion merchandising, just like we do.
Qué bobada
. Phony baloney!
    I stand next to Bubbles, shifting back and forth on my feet because I have to go to the bathroom really bad. But I’m not moving until Bubbles does. “I guess that Wacky Glue went wacky, Chuchie,” Bubbles says, sucking her teeth.
    â€œWhat happened?” I stammer. “Don’t blame it on me!” We stand there frozen, contemplating whether we should say anything to Daisy. I can tell we are both thinking the same thing—
Run for the hills with the bills
!
    A few of the students look at us while they’re pushing their way out of class, but we don’t move.
    â€œShould I tell Daisy?” I finally ask.
    â€œNah. Hers is probably fine,” Bubbles says. “But we’d better check with Do’ Re Mi before she gives LaRonda her choker!” Dorinda’s homeroom is just down the hall.
    When we get outside into the hallway, I suddenly feel dizzy. I lean against the corridor wall because I feel like I’m going to faint. “Bubbles,” I mumble, “what are we gonna do?”
    When I hear