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. There were field trips and mean teachers and so many other things we had seen together over the years. But not a single one of them came to mind on that ski lift.
    As for Piper, well, you know what she would have done in my place. She would have told him that she liked him, flat out. And then she would have looked at him through her long eyelashes. He would have melted, as most guys do when Piper flirts with them. But me, I couldn’t even glancein his direction, let alone attempt that chin-down, gaze-up, bat eyelashes thing Piper does. I refocused my energies on what I’d say when we hopped off the lift at the top. I sooooooo wanted to say something like “Have a great run” or “See you at the bottom.” But I ended up saying nothing. Why? Because at the top of the hill, someone stopped me dead in my tracks. She was waiting for Forrest, her fur-trimmed hood the perfect frame for her face flushed pink with cold. It was Taylor Mayweather.

 

    Our plan for Monday was this: We would have our own pre-meeting, without Bet, at lunch, giving us time to collect our thoughts before our real meeting at 1:35. The girls had given me tips and even had me practice the pink locker combination that morning. At lunch, I sat down with my pizza and milk and was ready to talk about the PLS. Here’s what I wanted to go over:
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None of us has an assigned room for study hall. Discuss the potential negatives, such as getting caught and having less time to do homework.
What happens if we are in the secret office during a fire drill?
Ask the group: Can I show someone (like, say, ForrestMcCann) the PLS office as long as I don’t give out the combination or “discuss our work,” as prohibited in rule three?
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    But Kate and Piper wanted to get right to work on MG’s question.
    Great, but don’t ask me. No-period girl has zero advice to give about periods.
    I tried to stay very quiet and took tiny bites of my pizza so I could be chewing every time there was a break in the conversation.
    â€œI got mine in sixth, so I think we should tell her to start worrying if she doesn’t get hers by the end of the year,” Piper said, spearing a forkful of her Caesar salad.
    â€œI don’t know. I don’t think we should be telling her to worry,” Kate said. “We should just tell her to hang in there. You can’t schedule it like a dentist appointment. Periods happen when they happen.”
    Kate looked at me knowingly.
    â€œYeah, but shouldn’t she go to the doctor if it, like, never comes? Maybe there’s something wrong with her,” Piper said.
    They went back and forth for a while and couldn’t decide what to say to MG. When they turned to me, I pointed to my chewing mouth and shrugged. But as the conversation went on, I started to feel a little better. The truth was, here were two girls who had their periods, and even theydidn’t know what to tell MG. So my not knowing was beginning to seem like less of a big deal. Of course, this was also a problem, because if we couldn’t give MG a good answer, maybe we wouldn’t cut it as the new members of the Pink Locker Society.
    When the girls turned to me for, like, the forty-fourth time, I had just swallowed the last square inch of my pizza. Kate’s eyes widened as they turned to me, knowing how I didn’t want to talk about this one. But luckily, the rules were there to bail me out.
    â€œWell, rule number two says: ‘Give high-quality advice. Don’t guess. Learn and share your knowledge.’ We better do some research at the library or something.”
    â€œWhere did it say that?” Piper asked.
    â€œIn the handbook, page four.”
    I held my breath, but they both agreed.
    â€œUgh, the library,” Piper said.
    â€œI love the library,” Kate said. “We can go tonight.”
    â€œMe too,” I said.
    We stood up and, as I did, I took