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    And once again I heard Mrs. Heinie’s startled cry from behind me. “Bernie! What are you doing to Angel?”
    I spun around to face her. “Who? ME?” I cried.
    â€œI’ve warned you about this,” she said. “Come with me.” She started to pull me from the room.
    â€œMrs. H.—wait!” I cried. I made a grab for the flowers. “I have something for you.”
    â€œI have something for you ,” she said. “Three hours of cleanup duty. Starting now.”
    â€œBut—but—” I stuttered. “Mrs. Heinie, you knowI can’t clean things. It makes my skin flake off. I have a doctor’s note—”
    â€œThree hours,” she said, pulling me harder. “You can start by scrubbing the bathroom floors.”
    â€œ Scrub ? I don’t know that word. Is that a foreign word?”
    I tried to give her the flowers. But Angel swiped them from my hand.
    Mrs. Heinie pulled me out into the hall. I turnedback. The last thing I saw was Angel, standing there with a big grin on his face. He had my flowers in one hand, and he was happily waving good-bye to me with the other.

Chapter 14
“I SN’T A NGEL A WESOME ?”
    Yes, it was the worst day of my life. I learned what scrub means. It’s not on my list of 10,000 Favorite Words.
    After three hours of scrubbing and rubbing and drubbing and grubbing and whatever else you do to make things sparkle and shine, I was toast. My hands swelled up to the size of baseball gloves. My heart thrummed. My knees wobbled. My tongue hung down to my shoes.
    I staggered outside. The Great Lawn glistened with raindrops. The walk was dotted with puddles. I splashed right through them.
    â€œHey!” I cried out when I saw April-May June walking near the girls’ dorm. I staggered after her.
    She’s so shy. She usually runs away when she sees me coming. But now she spun around with a big smile on her beautiful face.
    â€œIsn’t Angel awesome ?” she gushed.
    â€œHuh?” My eyes bulged.
    â€œHe asked me to Movie Night on Friday,” April-May said. “And look—he gave me these flowers.”
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    â€œWHAAAAAAAAA?”
    I wailed. I stared at the bouquet in April-May’s hand.
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    MY FLOWERS!
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    The flowers I bought to give Mrs. Heinie!
    â€œIsn’t Angel the sweetest?” April-May said, holding the flowers to her face and sniffing them.
    â€œThe sweetest,” I muttered. My heart pounded. I felt weak. My knees folded. I sat down in a puddle.
    Cold water seeped through my pants. I had a soaking wet butt. But who cares? I watched April-May run off, carrying my flowers.
    Angel wants my room, my friends, my pets, and my girlfriend ! I told myself.
    I sat there for a few minutes, in a daze. Finally I pulled myself to my feet and started walking again.

    Flora and Fauna, the Peevish twins, were standing by the statue of our school’s founder, I. B. Rotten. They were slapping each other and pulling each other’s hair and screaming a lot.
    â€œWhat are you fighting about?” I asked.
    â€œI saw Angel first!” Fauna screamed. “I get to hang out with him after class!”
    â€œBut he doesn’t LIKE you!” Flora cried. “He likes me because I’m prettier!”
    â€œPrettier?! Are you crazy?” her sister wailed. “We’re IDENTICAL—remember?”
    â€œI saw him first!”
    â€œBut I talked to him first!”
    â€œOUCH!”
    â€œOUCH!”
    They slapped each other and tugged out hanks of each other’s hair as they staggered away. Fighting over Angel…
    â€œI can’t take this anymore!” I cried. I sat down in another puddle and buried my head in my hands.
    Across the grass I heard voices. I looked up and saw that spoiled rich kid, Sherman Oaks. My biggest enemy—from the other boys’ dorm—the dorm weall hate—Nyce House.
    Sherman was talking with Angel.