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this.”
    Suddenly a mop hovered through the opening, spraying dirt all over me.
    â€œOoopsie,” Sydney said. “My bad.”
    She cackled. Forget Glinda. She would make an excellent Wicked Witch. I grabbed the mop from her, coughing.
    â€œAnd here’s the bucket,” she said.
    And as I looked up to catch a glimpse of a bucket. A bucket that tilted sideways and—
    Water came splashing down on my head! Brown, smelly water!
    â€œOoopsie,” Sydney said again. “My bad again.”
    â€œSydney!” I tried to yell at her, but her head disappeared. I heard footsteps running away.
    I was drenched in water that was apparently used to clean the floor, and from the smell of it, not recently. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the mirror. I was disgusting.
    Bzzzzt! I limply pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was from Tess.
    P: getting drama club pix 4 yrbk! & headshot pix 2 use 4 audition. Come up!!!!!!!
    I sank down on the bucket. This was all because of our stupid twin switching! This totally and completely stunk.I blinked back tears and tried not to cry. Okay, that wasn’t working. I pretty much started to cry.
    I started to text Tess back that I wasn’t coming. Just go on without me, Drama people. Don’t mind me, covered in muddy water in the filthy basement.
    Bzzzzt! It was Emma.
    Do u have the starring role yet? Should I ask for ur autograph? lol.
    Not particularly good timing for Emma’s attempt at humor. I texted back.
    No. Everything stinks. Including me.
    Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with a call.
    â€œSo, I’ve got a few minutes to kill before mathletes. What stinks?” Emma asked me. Then she paused. “Are you crying? You’re crying. Why are you crying? Tell me what happened.”
    I told Emma what happened.
    â€œOh,” Emma said sympathetically. “That does stink.”
    â€œAnd I stink. I smell disgusting because I’m covered with muddy water while everyone else is going to get their picture taken,” I concluded miserably. “I won’t be in the yearbook picture. And I won’t get a headshot.”
    â€œBut you should have a headshot for your audition if everyone else does,” Emma said indignantly.
    â€œI can’t audition,” I said. “I’m on cleanup duty.”
    â€œBut at least you have to be in the yearbook picture,” Emma said. “You have to prove to everyone you’re part of Drama Club, no matter what! What if Counselor Case sees the picture and thinks you skipped out on Drama Club? Your yearbook picture is proof.”
    â€œI guess she could ask Burkle if I was here—,” I said, but Emma wasn’t listening.
    â€œSydney cannot sabotage this, too!” Emma said. “Enough is enough. March up there and get your picture taken.”
    â€œEmma,” I wailed. “I’m covered in muddy water! I’m a mess!”
    There was silence at the end of the phone.
    â€œPayton. Meet me at the JC. Now.”
    And I heard the click of Emma hanging up the phone.
    The JC? The JC was the janitor’s closet, our secret twin meeting place. And that meant only one thing: Emma wanted to switch places. I tried calling Emma, but she didn’t pick up. I texted her and she didn’t answer. But we couldn’t switch places, could we?
    I slowly climbed the ladder and peeked my head out. The first thing I saw was Sydney, smiling and posing in front of a big white screen as Mrs. Burkle took her picture for her headshot. I quietly pulled myself back onto the stage and then bolted for the side door and out into the hallway.
    Fortunately, the halls were empty as I raced to the janitor’s closet. And there was Emma standing in front of it.
    â€œEw!” she said. “You smell like the JC and we’re not even in it.”
    â€œThanks,” I said. “You’re helpful.”
    â€œOh, I’ll be helpful,” she said, and