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all the younger kids who were playing, not calling them names when they missed the ball (unlike Rosemary) and yelling to them encouragingly (also unlike Rosemary).
    Also, he was wearing a very pretty blue sweater.
    I could see why Sophie gave her heart to him, and I told her I approved.
    So I decided to put Peter in our game (only not tell him, of course. It’s just pretend). I dubbed him Prince Peter and told Sophie that he was her betrothed (I don’t know if it’s okay for a prince to marry a queen but it’s just pretend, anyway, so who cares?).
    We were defending pretend Prince Peter from the evil warlord when the bell rang and we had to go get in line for class. We were laughing because Peter had no idea he was a prince, when Rosemary came up to me and went, “Hey, where’d your skirt go?” only not in a nice way like she was genuinely concerned I might have lost it in a freak skirt accident or something.
    Up until that moment none of the other girls had noticed I’d changed out of my skirt when I’d gone home for lunch, or at least they hadn’t mentioned it. Trust Rosemary to have pointed it out for them.
    “Oh,” I said, feeling myself blushing, “I changed because, um, I—I was hot.”
    I don’t know why I said I was hot. It was a stupid thing to say because it was actually pretty cold out.
    But it was the only reason I could think of for why I had changed, other than the real reason, which was that I had changed because Rosemary had made fun of me. And I didn’t want her to know I’d changed because of that. Because You can’t let a bully know she’s bothering you, otherwise the bully wins. That’s a rule.
    “Yeah,” Rosemary said with an unpleasant laugh. “Right!”
    “Never mind her,” Erica said in a quiet voice.
    “Yeah,” Sophie said. “She’s just plain mean.”
    I knew Rosemary was mean. But that didn’t help me know why she was being so mean to me. Or what I was going to do about it.
    After lunch, we had music, and after music, we had English. For English, Mrs. Hunter asked us each to write a personal essay about a future goal. She told us to be sure to check our spelling, because next week we’d be having our big spelling bee against Mrs. Danielson’s fourth-grade class forspelling champion of the entire fourth grade, so this would be good practice.
    Right away, I got excited. This essay, I knew, was a way for me to impress Mrs. Hunter with my maturity and exceptional writing skills.
    Actually, my writing and spelling skills aren’t all that exceptional (I’m better in math and science than I am in writing), but I figured at least I could write a really good essay that would make Mrs. Hunter forget about how many times she’d had to remind me not to chitchat with my neighbor (once since lunch).
    So for my personal essay, I wrote:
    My future goal is to be the best cat owner that I can possibly be when I adopt my kitten from the litter of Lady Serena Archibald, who is a purebred long-haired blue colorpoint Persian. I intend to name this kitten Mewsette (Mewsie for short — I am going to pick a girl kitten), and I will make sure that Mewsette is up-to-date on all of her vaccinations, has regular vet appointments, and when the time comes, I will make sure that Mewsette gets spayed so she doesn’t have unwanted kittens herself. I will feed Mewsette only the best vet-recommended dry and wet food and make sure she always has fresh water (I already do this for our family dog, Marvin) and also clean out her litter box every single day.
    I will also make sure that Mewsette gets her own bed, like the pink feathered canopy cat bed I saw in the pet store in the mall that is an almost exact copy of mine (only mine is for humans, not pets), and also that she gets the matching pink collar with genuine rhinestone trim I saw in the same store. The bed is only $49.99 and the collar is only $5.95, which I’m pretty sure my parents can afford. If not, I can do extra chores around the house