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shaken when the first people she and Kate encountered when they walked in the school door were Ivy, Shannon, and Bree. They were dressed as triplets, all wearing the same skirts, tops, and hairstyles. Zoey braced herself for the usual snotty remark about her outfit, but to her surprise, Ivy said, “Love your outfit!”
    She couldn’t believe her ears, especially when Shannon followed up with “So cool!” and Bree chimed in with “Yeah, totally!”
    â€œUh . . . thanks,” Zoey said, edging past them and pulling Kate along with her. As they walked away, Zoey thought she heard Ivy mutter, “Thank you for getting us in trouble,” but she wasn’t completely sure.
    Zoey and Kate kept walking in silence until they were out of the line of fire.
    â€œHey, I thought Backward Day was tomorrow,” Kate said. “Why was Ivy being so nice?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Zoey said. “But maybe she wasn’t. I thought I heard her thanking me for getting them in trouble. Did you hear that?”
    â€œNo!” Kate exclaimed. “When did she do that?”
    â€œWhen we were walking away. I think she said it under her breath. Maybe I’m imagining it.”
    â€œCareful, Zo,” Kate warned. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
    â€œMe neither.” Zoey sighed. “But I’m not really sure what I can do about it.”
    As much as Zoey tried to avoid Ivy, she couldn’treally help seeing her in the classes they had together. But it was Backward Day for the rest of the day, as far as Ivy was concerned. She kept complimenting Zoey at every opportunity.
    Even Gabe noticed.
    â€œWhat’s got into Ivy today?” he asked. “She’s not usually this nice to you. Actually, she’s usually not nice to you at all.”
    â€œNo idea,” Zoey said. She didn’t want to start spreading rumors by telling him her suspicions.
    â€œWell, she’s right. The peace sign on your dress is really awesome. You made it?”
    Zoey nodded.
    â€œYou’re amazing,” Gabe said. “Libby said you designed her costume too.”
    Zoey felt her cheeks flush, and she started picking at a stray thread on her hem.
    â€œI love sewing,” she said. “So it doesn’t feel like work.”
    â€œWhat, never?” Gabe asked.
    â€œOkay, sometimes it does, especially when I have to do a zipper. But mostly it’s fun.”
    â€œToo bad homework isn’t like that,” Gabe said.“It always feels like work.”
    Zoey had to agree with him on that.
    But it wasn’t her homework that ruined Zoey’s afternoon. It was reading more mean comments on her blog post when she sat down at her laptop before starting her homework.
    Some were from the same posters, Kewlrnu and ZoeySucks, the one who called her clothes ugly. But there were new users, too, saying equally mean things. One named Zzzzzzzoey said her Twin Day designs were “snooze-worthy.” All the mean comments were hurtful, but the ones accusing her of not doing her own sewing really stung. She expected her friends to mention the comments, but they hadn’t said a word.
    Am I being too sensitive? Zoey thought. Maybe, but every time I check Sew Zoey, there are more awful comments. They can’t all be wrong . . . right?

    At dinner that evening, Mr. Webber noticed that Zoey was unusually quiet.
    â€œIs something the matter, honey?” he asked.
    Zoey thought about telling her dad about thenasty comments on her blog. But she was worried that if she did, he might make her stop blogging, and she loved Sew Zoey. She hadn’t met most of her regular commenters in real life, and they were all different ages, but despite that she felt like they’d become friends, because they all loved fashion design and sewing. People like Fashionsista gave her encouragement to go on when she felt like giving up. She