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" Deep-dish pepperoni, green pepper, and mushroom pizza " for the food I liked best. I was thinking about some of the other ones that might need changing when Wiggins held up her hand again.
    " Time ' s up, " she said. " Pass all the papers forward. You ' ll get the results after lunch. "
    Waiting for afternoon and the results would be like waiting for Christmas. It would take forever to come. And when it did and we got the results back, what if I found out that Randy and I didn ' t have enough things in common after all? What if we each matched up with someone else? My heart dropped into my shoes. What if he matched up with Taffy Sinclair?
    No, I thought. Randy and I were meant for each other, and the Romance Machine was going to prove i t.

CHAPTER FIVE
    "If I don ' t match up with Scott Daly I ' ll just die! " said Melanie. " I know he likes me. You should see how he acts when no one is looking, and he ' s always borrowing notebook paper and pencils. "
    We were sitting in the cafeteria having lunch, and all anyone could talk about was the computer matchup.
    " If only Mr. Scott had filled out a questionnaire, " Christie murmured. " I just know we would match up. " Christie ' s mother, Mrs. Winchell, is principal of Mark Twain Elementary, and Mr. Scott is the new assistant principal this year. Christie has had a crush on him ever since the beginning of school.
    " It wouldn ' t make any difference if he had filled out a questionnaire, " said Katie. " It ' s all very scientific. The computer matches up people according to what they have in common. What could you and Mr. Scott possibly have in common? "
    Christie looked positively stricken. Katie ignored the expression on her face and went right on talking, making things worse with every word she said.
    " Just because you like someone doesn ' t mean that you have anything in common. It might just be a physical attraction. And don ' t forget. Wiggins said that there would be lots of surprises. Who knows, maybe all of us have picked the wrong friends. Maybe we don ' t even know that there is someone else in our class that we should be hanging out with. "
    " There won ' t be any surprises for me, " I said confidently. " At least not when it comes to boys. Randy and I talked about all the things we like and don ' t like at Mama Mia ' s before we even knew there would be any questionnaires. You would never believe how much we have in common. "
    Nobody said anything for the next few minutes. I couldn ' t help thinking about my four best friends as I finished my lunch. Melanie might match up with Scott since she watches every move he makes and probably knows everything he likes and dislikes. But what about the other three? Beth never acts as if she knows boys are alive, and Christie only thinks about Mr. Scott. But Katie is the worst. She practically hates boys.
    I also couldn ' t help thinking about my parents. If there had been computers in those days and my mother and father had done a matchup, maybe they would never have gotten together. I was sure my father wasn ' t an alcoholic when my mother first met him—she would never have gone out with someone like that—but still, for things to turn out the way they did with the divorce and everything, there must have been a lot of differences between them. In fact, from what I knew about both of them, I couldn ' t think of a single thing they had in common. Except for me, of course. Good grief! I thought. If they had done a computer matchup, I might never have been born.
    I decided not to think about that anymore. It was too depressing. Besides, I could hardly wait to get to class. I wondered if Wiggins planned to torture us by making us wait half the afternoon to give out our computer printouts. Still, she had said after lunch.
    Sure enough, she called the class to order and then read practically a million announcements. I tapped the eraser of my pencil on the edge of my desk and tried to listen, but all I could think about was the