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oozing
     amber. All down her orange pants it was wet and sticky. Everyone was pointing and laughing, like she’d done the unthinkable.
    Lydia’s eyes welled with tears.
    “It’s okay, Lyd,” I tried to console her on the way to the girls’ rest room. “Could’ve happened to any of us.” Thank God I
     didn’t get the honor.
    “We j-just didn’t think it through,” Prairie said.
    “Now these pants are ruined, too!” Lydia cried. “And so are my new shoes.” She wailed. Prairie patted her on the back. We
     all exchanged sympathetic grimaces.
    “This is Krupps’s fault,” Max said. “Now she’s
really
going to get it.”
    I wasn’t exactly sure how Lydia’s icky sticky situation could be blamed on Ashley Krupps. But any excuse to get back at her
     was okay by me.

Chapter 7
    A s we settled into the Peace-mobile, it occurred to me that we all had it in for Ashley Krupps. I’d gone to school with her
     since first grade. We’d never been what you’d call friends. One fat girl alone is bad enough; two fat girls together would
     be asking for double trouble. We’d always avoided each other. Until last year. Until… the incident.
    “Why does Ashley p-pick on you so b-bad?” Prairie asked Lydia. “I th-thought you were friends.”
    Lydia clenched her teeth. “At the beginning of the year we were,” she said.
    I remembered that. They used to eat lunch together, hang out by the bleachers at recess, and cheer while the eighth-grade
     football team ran laps. Like either of them had a chance.
    “At least I thought we were friends,” Lydia went on. “Until she found Fayola.” Her eyes went dead. “Ashley invited me to a
     birthday party for Fayola. A surprise party. She said a bunch of seventh and eighth graders were coming. I was really excited
     because it was the first part—I mean, because it was a boy-girl party. My mom bought me a new dress and everything. It was
     really beautiful. Then I show up at the time and place on the invitation, and when the door opens I yell, ‘Surprise!’ Guess
     what? There was no party. The address Ashley gave me was Kevin Rooney’s house. He was home with a couple of guys watching
     videos. I guess Ashley told them she was sending over a surprise.” Lydia’s lips quivered. “I was it.”
    “Oh, man,” Max said.
    “How m-mean,” Prairie said.
    “Could I have the address?” I said.
    Lydia looked at me. “I don’t have it. I burned the invitation. Which is what I’d like to do to Ashley Krupps if I could.”
    Max said, “Let’s firebomb her house.”
    Was she kidding? Of course she was kidding. I think.
    Lydia’s eyes lit up. “Okay. When?”
    “Now, wait a minute,” I said. “I hate her, too, but I don’t want to kill her.” Which wasn’t totally true.
    “I do,” Max muttered.
    We all turned to her. “What’d she do to you?” Lydia asked.
    Max removed the baseball cap from her head and ran a hand through her flattened hair. “She got me suspended.”
    When Max didn’t elaborate, Prairie said, “H-how?”
    Max exhaled. “She’s the one who told the cops I was smoking at the firehouse. She swore she saw me there right before the
     fire started.”
    Lydia inhaled audibly. “Were you?”
    Max growled at her. “Of course not. I don’t smoke.” She added in a smaller voice, “At least I don’t anymore. Ashley’s the
     one who set it. I saw her there with a bunch of her groupies after school that day, smoking. And she knows I saw her.”
    “Why didn’t you turn her in?” Lydia said.
    “Yeah, right.” Max snorted. “Like any one’d believe me over her. You know how
that
works.”
    We sure did.
    “At least you g-got out of school for a m-month.” Prairie smiled.
    “True.” Max smirked. “It wasn’t all bad.”
    “She’s such a j-jerk,” Prairie said.
    “What’s she done to you, Prairie?” I asked.
    “Nothing.” Her eyes fell. “Well… when I first moved here, w-we were in youth group at church together. The first