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    Zoe: OMG Mag! Yes u can!! u r the 1 who pointed it out 2 me, member???
    Maggie: Zoe I was jk!
    Maggie: Now stop bein a big baby n go tlk 2 him!!!
    Zoe: Nope. Not happening. I luk like Natasha!!
    Maggie: who the heck is Natasha?
    Zoe: u kno.. Freida’s sister.. wutshername?
    Maggie: OOoh Nadine hahaha ya dum dum!
    Maggie: haha jk
    Zoe: ya w/e Nadine Natasha..
    Zoe: u kno how she tries 2 cover it all up w/ makeup but by the end of the day her face just looks lyke a melting pizza hahaha gross!
    Maggie: hahaha ya def a cake face lol
    Maggie: hey I g2g grl! Luvs u! xoxo
    Zoe: kk my name just got called newayz
    Zoe: t2ul grl, <3 ya 2! xoxo

TRASH
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    I told my mom what Elizabeth Moon said in Lan guage Arts today and she said that trash is always trash. She said money can’t buy you class. And I said, But Elizabeth Moon doesn’t have money, she’s poor, her mom takes dogs into their house for a job. And my mother said, Well see, that’s exactly what I mean, and she then told Angelica to make me chicken nuggets for dinner and she went in to her office to prepare for her conference call to China.
    Except that it wasn’t really what Elizabeth said about her own poem being better than everyone else’s that was bothering me, it was what happened in the cafeteria right afterward. And anyway, Stewart thought it was funny. And Zoe. So did Ethan, and Matthew and everyone elseexcept for you, which you would have, if you had any sense of humor left. Anyway, we were just kidding.
    â€œMiss Maggie?”
    My bedroom door was shut. Remember when you used to sleep over all the time, like every weekend? And we would stay up and draw under the covers in our sketch pads with that huge flashlight? And we made up that name to call ourselves, “Magda”, because “Freiggie” just didn’t sound right.
    â€œYou food is ready.”
    See, even Angelica can’t call it dinner.
    â€œDid my dad call?” I shouted back at the door.
    â€œNot yet, Miss Maggie. Now hurry and can come down to eat. The nuggens—”
    â€œNuggets.”
    â€œThe nuggets are not good when they are cold.”
    They’re not so good hot either, but I didn’t say that. Instead I asked Angelica if I could eat in my room. She said that was okay, probably because that way she doesn’t have to look at me and feel bad about herself for being just a housekeeper and having no life.
    Seriously, nobody likes you the way you are now. You used to be a lot more fun.
    Remember, Freida? Remember we were both walkers in fourth grade before middle school and remember how we got to swing on the swings when everybody had already left to catch their bus? And even with all those empty swings we both sat together in the same seat?
    â€œWe are like those human beings in social studies class,” you said.
    We pumped our legs up and stretched them up into the air until the toes of our sneakers were visible against the blue of the sky.
    â€œOh, yeah!” I shouted. “Before the head God-guy got mad and split them apart.”
    â€œJealous,” you told me. “He was jealous because the humans were so powerful.”
    â€œZeus.” I remembered his name. We were having a test on Greek mythology the next day.
    â€œHumans had four legs and four arms and ran across the ground like a wheel faster than the gods could run.”
    We each held on to one side of the swing and wrapped our other arms around each other, leaning forward into the backswing and back against the rushing wind and up into the sky again.
    â€œBut we found each other,” I said. “And now nothing can stop us.”
    â€œWe are so powerful.”
    The dirt under the swing, where countless feet had run before us, was dug into a narrow groove, with tufts of grass on either side. The ground sped into a blur of green and brown the higher and faster we got. Four legs, four arms, four feet, four hands, two heads, two