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Davis.
    Ka-clunk, ka-clunk, ka-clunk.
    When we step into the hall, Mean Connie’s right beside me, huffing and puffing like Buttercup. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to pee on myself. She gets close enough for me to smell bacon on her breath. I stare at the Spirit Week poster on the wall. There’s a question at the top of the poster: What do M&Ms and Spirit Week have in common? They both make friends!
    The red and green M&Ms hold hands in the front of the poster with lots of other M&Ms holdinghands behind them. I cut my eyes to Mean Connie. We’re definitely not M&Ms.
    She faces me. “I’m not trading, and you better not double-cross me, Tibbs.”
    I haven’t forgotten about this morning. She could still rip my lips off and stick them on the wall. The door opens and Mrs. Davis joins us with her hands on her hips.
    â€œWould one of you like to explain what’s going on? Is there something I need to know?”
    Silence.
    Mrs. Davis sighs. “Well, since neither one of you can give me a good reason why I should pair you with someone else, your Spirit Week partnership stands.”
    â€œNo, wait! I’ve got a reason. It’s . . . she . . .” I’m squeezing my eyes closed, hoping my brain wakes up and helps me out. I open my eyes and point at my vest.
    â€œTake a good look at this, Mrs. Davis! Connie Tate got paint on my vest, and I’m scared she’s going to pull my lips off.”
    Mean Connie turns to Mrs. Davis. “It was an accident. And I never said I’d pull her lips off, even though that’s not a bad idea right now.”
    â€œAutomatic suspension if you put one hand on Mya, understand? Spirit Week is about making friends, not enemies,” says Mrs. Davis.
    Mean Connie slaps the wall. “I told you I didn’t say that! Why won’t anybody believe me! I hate this school! It’s worse than private school!”
    â€œOne more outburst like that and I’ll write you a pass to Mr. Winky’s office.”
    Mean Connie folds her arms over her chest and stares at the floor. Mrs. Davis wipes at the spot on my vest as if her fingers have detergent on them.
    â€œMya, this stain should come out in the washing machine. Now, listen very closely to what I’m about to say. Both of you are wonderful girls. Spirit Week is the perfect opportunity for you to get to know each other. Sometimes friendship is like two people lost in the woods. You have to work your way through it together. Success depends on how much time and effort you put into it. Lucky for you, you’ve got a whole Spirit Week to become friends.”
    I nod, even though Mean Connie and I would need a Spirit Year to figure this out.
    Mrs. Davis continues. “I’m going to allow the two of you to stay in the hall, calm down, and face the fact that you are Spirit Week partners. If I look outhere and see you arguing, or worse, hear you arguing, our next walk will be to Mr. Winky’s office. Connie, you have promises to keep to me and Mr. Winky, remember? If you lose your partner, then you will have broken your promise. I see this as an opportunity for you and Mya.”
    I don’t want to hear about opportunities. I need a good plan to get rid of Mean Connie. Skye strolls down the hall with a pass in her hand. She gives it to Mrs. Davis as she stares at Mean Connie, then me.
    â€œI’ll be back in just a minute. Have a seat, Skye,” says Mrs. Davis.
    Once Skye closes the door, Mrs. Davis looks back to us. “Girls, I’m waiting on an answer. Are you working together or not?”
    Mean Connie stomps her foot and mumbles something only Micheal Silsbee could hear. With both hands she covers her face, but when she removes them, she looks calmer. “Okay, Mrs. Davis, we’ll make it work, won’t we, Tibbs?”
    I’m wondering how Mean Connie changed so quickly from hot-sauce mad to ice-cream happy. I frown at her.