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stared at Hannah curiously.
    â€œCan I room with you guys?” Hannah asked, reaching back to adjust her long braid behind her shoulders.
    â€œHuh?” Corky cried in surprise.
    â€œThere’s no room for me with Ronnie and Heather,” Hannah declared. “They both filled up the dressers before I could start to unpack. And look at all the stuff I brought.” She gestured to the two bulging suitcases.
    â€œYour room is bigger,” Hannah continued, gazing around. “There’s nowhere for me to put my stuff in the other room.”
    â€œBut, Hannah—” Kimmy started to object.
    â€œAnd get this,” Hannah said, ignoring Kimmy. “Ronnie took the top bunk even though I told her I can’t sleep on the bottom. I mean, it just creeps me out to have someone sleeping above me. You know? But she was so stubborn—she refused to move down.”
    â€œWhat about the other bed?” Kimmy suggested. “There’s a third bed, right?”
    â€œYeah. Sure,” Hannah replied heatedly. “But Heather claimed it. She says she has to be by the window or else she can’t breathe.”
    â€œI can understand that,” Debra said, glancing at the bed she had staked out by the window.
    â€œSo can I room with you guys?” Hannah asked.
    â€œBut there are only three beds,” Corky protested.
    â€œYeah. These rooms are designed for three,” Kimmy added, gesturing around. “Three desks, three dressers, three beds.”
    Hannah sighed again and rolled her eyes unhappily,her face drooping into a pout. “Well, would one of you trade with me?” she asked reluctantly.
    â€œI’m all unpacked,” Kimmy protested. She clicked her empty suitcase shut.
    â€œCome on,” Hannah urged in a tiny voice. “Somebody trade places with me. You’ve
got
to. I’m just too claustrophobic in the other room. I’ll freak. I’ll totally freak. Really.”
    She glanced from Debra to Corky, then back to Debra.
    â€œWell…okay,” Debra finally relented. “If it means that much to you, Hannah—”
    â€œYes, it does! Thanks, Debra!” Hannah cried. And to Debra’s surprise, Hannah rushed over, threw her arms around Debra, and hugged her. “You’re a real pal!” she squealed.
    â€œNo big deal,” Debra said, casting an uncomfortable glance at Corky. She started to collect her things.
    Hannah dragged her suitcases over to Debra’s bed by the window.
    â€œHey, we’re going to be late,” Kimmy cried, glancing at her watch. “We’re supposed to be in the gym at two o’clock.”
    â€œSee you down there,” Debra called. The door slammed behind her.
    â€œWhere’s the gym?” Hannah asked, opening one of her suitcases and starting to unpack.
    â€œIt’s that big gray building with the dome. Remember? We passed it on our way here,” Corky told her.
    â€œI’ll never get unpacked in time,” Hannah said. She turned to Kimmy. “Which dresser is mine?”
    Kimmy pointed. “You’ve got to hurry. We get points taken off for being late.”
    â€œEven for practice? That isn’t fair,” Hannah protested. “Do we have to be in our uniforms?”
    â€œNot for practice,” Kimmy said. “Only at night for the competitions.”
    â€œWe’re going to win every night!” Hannah declared. “I just know it.”
    â€œThat’s the spirit,” Corky said dryly.
    â€œCorky, would you do me a big favor?” Hannah asked, unfolding a pair of jeans from the suitcase, the third pair she’d pulled out.
    Why did she bring so many jeans? Corky wondered. Why did she bring two suitcases for a one-week stay?
    â€œSure. What?” she asked Hannah.
    â€œWould you run me a hot bath?”
    The request caught Corky by surprise. “What did you say?”
    â€œWould you run a tub for me? I feel so