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for meetings. We get together to do
    other things all the time. We’re always hanging out. Not so much at Sunny’s
    anymore because of her mom. And not so much at Jil ’s anymore because of…
    well, because of Jill. Sometimes we hang out at my house or at Maggie’s spread.
    More often we go to the movies, or shop, or stand around at the mall eyeing cute
    guys. (Girls always think boys so rudely check out girls. Well, girls check our
    guys al the time.) What is happening to baby-sitting and the We ♥ Kids Club?
    You know what? Jill would love to continue the meetings and baby-sitting.
    That sort of goes along with her idea of hanging out, which includes cookie-
    baking and popcorn-making. However, Maggie
    Oh, boy. My thoughts are al over the place. I’m giving myself a headache.
    I better go to bed. But what is happening to my friends?
    Friday 10/3
    Hmm. I hardly know what to say about what happened in school today. It’s
    thril ing. It’s also really surprising, considering the Puppy Pal incident. Maybe the nice upperclassmen are behind it, not the mean ones.
    I just reread what I wrote and realize I’m not being clear, so let me start
    over and explain things better. Okay. When I got to school on Friday morning I
    went straight to my locker. (My locker. Not Mandy’s. I’ll never make that mistake
    again.) And sticking out of the vent at the top was a folded piece of paper. I
    opened it. It turned out to be an invitation to a party. This is what it looked like: SHHH! It’s a secret.
    Come meet your fel ow students and
    get acquainted.
    The upperclassmen want to get to
    know you and a few others.
    But only a few others -
    you, the select few.
    Food and drink served.
    The fun starts at 10:00 on
    Saturday night.
    Don’t be early!
    An address appeared at the bottom of the invitation. But no name. My first
    thought was that it was from Mandy and it was a joke. I mean, why would Puppy
    Pal be invited to a cool party put on by the upperclassmen for a select few
    eighth-graders?
    But just then Sunny ran to me and grabbed me. She jumped up and down,
    squealing. “Look what I got! Look what I got!”
    Sunny held out an invitation identical to mine.
    Frowning, I held mine up for her to see.
    “You got one too!” she cried.
    “Yeah, but – “
    “Hey! Hey, you guys! Look!” Maggie rushed to our sides, breathless. She
    held up another invitation.
    “I – “ I started to say.
    Sunny couldn’t contain herself. She cut me off, grinning. “I know for a fact
    that not everyone got one,” she said. “Lucinda Dayton didn’t get one, and neither
    did Dakota Wilde.”
    “Or Polly Guest,” added Maggie.
    “This is so cool,” cried Sunny. “It’s the big time. A party given by the
    upperclassmen and they want to meet us.”
    “And the party doesn’t even start until ten,” added Maggie. “Extremely
    cool.”
    I started to feel more hopeful about the party.
    Until lunchtime.
    Friday afternoon 10/3
    It was at lunch that I found out that Jil had gotten one of the invitations
    too. I waited until she had left the table to buy a carton of milk. Then I said, “If this party is for cool kids, how come Jill got invited?”
    Sunny waved her hand. “Oh, they probably thought they had to invite her.
    You know, because of us. They must have found out that we al hang out
    together and they didn’t want to hurt Jil by leaving her out.”
    When I looked unconvinced, Maggie said, “You should hear who else was
    invited, Dawn.” And she began to reel off a list of the most popular eighth-
    graders.
    “Really?” I said.
    “Yup.” Maggie nodded smugly.
    Jil returned with her milk then.
    “So?” Sunny said to us.
    “So what?” I replied.
    “So are we going?”
    “Going to what?” asked Jil .
    “The party,” said Sunny.
    “The one we just got the invitation to? Are you crazy?” said Jill. “We can’t
    go to a party like that.”
    “Why not? We were invited,” said Maggie.
    “They are eleventh- and