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friends. Aimee was at the bookstore. Fiona was sick. No one else had called. Not even Egg.
    To fight the boredom, Mom suggested she head back up to the attic, but Madison didn’t feel like it anymore. She turned on her laptop instead.
    She plugged in the Web site address for the Weather Channel from TV and saw more maps showing snow and clouds and other storm signs. Then she surfed over to TweenBlurt.com, but the server was down, and she couldn’t get into any of the chat rooms. She also couldn’t access “Ask the Blowfish,” a special feature on the site that let members ask questions about life, love, and other junk.
    Luckily she didn’t log off, however. A moment after she’d read the SERVER UNAVAILABLE message for TweenBlurt.com, Madison’s message icon flashed.
    : Yo, Madfinn!
    : Hey Egg whassup
    : Skymoonsunstars
    : VF
    : We’re all meeting l8r @ the lake
    : Isn’t that closed?
    : No whats ur prob? I wanna sk8! My new hockey sk8s are the best
    : (:>|
    : VVF
    : When?
    : Like 3 @ the lake
    : I have to get a ride
    : ASK UR MOM
    : Don’t yell @ me she’s working
    : Yo! Maybe Chet’s dad can drive u
    : Maybe. who’s going?
    : Me, Drew, Chet, Hart, these other kids Lance and Suresh
    : That’s all guys, Egg
    : So?
    : I dunno
    : I think Ivy and Joanie may come
    : Oh
    : Hart invited them and some other girl who lives next door to him, she does real skating contests
    : Oh
    : And if it snows today again we’ll do it later I’ll e-mail bye!
    : Oh
    Madison’s heart skipped a beat as she clicked offline.
    She immediately opened a new page in one of her existing files.
Hart
    Rude Awakening:
I keep getting cold feet when it comes to Hart. And it’s not because I’m standing in the snow.
    It’s her.
    No matter when, where, or what the situation, everyone notices Poison Ivy. And I just know that this afternoon, Hart will be hanging out with her. I feel like it would be torture to go there and see that happen without Aimee or Fiona to back me up. Even though they still don’t know about my crush…help!
    I wish Bigwheels would write back.
    Maybe the guys will be too busy skating to notice? Maybe they’ll all play hockey and leave her out? I wish.
    Madison glanced away from the computer for a moment to collect her thoughts. From where she was sitting in her bedroom, she had a full view of the window looking out on the street. Some kids were sledding on a slope in her neighbors’ yard.
    She noticed something. Big fat flakes were just starting to fall again onto the windowsill and glass pane.
    More snow. Already!
    Madison smiled to herself. No one would be meeting at three o’clock today…and maybe not even tomorrow. She had an extra day or two to prepare herself for skating, Hart, and Ivy.
    The second storm was moving in.
    Seventh-grade snow days were about to get really interesting.

Chapter 5
    “R OWRROOOOO!” PHIN WAS STANDING on Madison’s stomach, panting. The clock next to her bed said 8:23 A.M.
    Madison leaped out from under the covers and ran to the window. The blanket of snow across Far Hills was at least a foot deeper than the day before—and it was still snowing, snowing, snowing.
    She donned her monkey slippers and shuffled down the stairs to breakfast. The smell of pancakes filled the air.
    Mom had made a superbatch of silver-dollar cakes. She’d even warmed up syrup in the microwave. Madison felt special. The last time Mom ever did that was for Dad when they were still married. She put fruit slices on top of one pancake for the face: strawberry eyes, banana nose, and orange mouth.
    “Mom, you haven’t made me smiley pancakes since I was little,” Madison said, taking her first enormous bite. “These are so yummy.”
    Mom sat down at the table. “Isn’t this