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seen her first.
    â€œJazmine?”
    â€œFoliated,” Jazmine answered.
    Whatever. That was an easy question. I’d save myself for a more challenging question.
    â€œClass, what is an example of a mpppf mpppf rock?”
    What? What had she said? Dr. Perkins had turned toward the chalkboard, so I couldn’t hear the end of the question. I tapped Cashmere in front of me. Her hair wasn’t blocking as much as usual because she was leaning forward, as if she were trying hard to hear as well.
    â€œPsst, Cashmere,” I whispered. “What did the teacher say?”
    â€œYes!” Cashmere’s head suddenly jerked up, and she shouted, “Yes, I’ll marry you, Ron Weasley!”
    Half the class—including me—jumped. And then everyone except me started cracking up.
    â€œWha—? Where am I?” Cashmere sputtered.
    â€œI’m sorry, did I wake you up?” Dr. Perkins said sarcastically.
    â€œNo,” Cashmere said. “You didn’t. Emma did. She jabbed me in the back.”
    Everyone turned to look at me. Ahem.
    â€œJabbing is frowned upon.” Dr. Perkins frowned at me.
    â€œSorry,” I mumbled.
    â€œBut sleeping in class is also frowned upon, Cashmere,” Dr. Perkins said. “Although Mr. Weasley would be a finechoice for a husband. But I digress. Let me diagram the rock formations on the Smart Board for you.”
    Dr. Perkins started Smart Boarding. Cashmere turned around and glared at me. Puhlease! Like it was my fault she was sleeping through an important class. Far more troubling was who had turned around and was looking at me from the front of the room: Jazmine. And she was grinning.
    Nooooo! I had talked my way out of the nurse’s office for this? Jazmine. A worthy opponent. Jazmine turned around, flipping her ponytail as she faced the teacher. Her nice, neat ponytail. I put my hand up to my hair and grimaced. Jazmine was wearing a color-block shirt, black pants, and wedges. I had to admit she looked cute, stylish and organized, and put together. I, in my sweats and old T-shirt, looked like I was falling apart.
    This was wrong. If Jazmine could be pulled together, so could I.
    It was time to regroup. Organize. Prioritize.
    Appearance. Superficial, perhaps, but it would help show that I was back in the game. Luckily, I knew Payton always kept a spare outfit in her locker. I’d change into it after class and before my meeting withMrs. Burkle. Yep, change of clothes, change of attitude.
    Thinking about clothes reminded me of the shopping trip Mom took Payton and me on. We both got dresses for the dance. . . .
    â€œBlah blah blah your homework assignment,” Dr. Perkins was saying.
    Bzzzt . The bell rang.
    Wha—? Class was over? I’d missed the homework assignment! I’d been daydreaming! Me! Spacing out in class?! Oh no. Payton was right. That fall had affected me! My brain was broken.
    Onward, Emma. I would start pulling myself together starting now . I went to our lockers, but Payton wasn’t there. Fortunately, I knew her locker combination. I reached in and pulled out the bag with the extra outfit and her brush. I headed to the nearest bathroom, and a few minutes later, I was in Payton’s clothes:
    Oversized pink sweater (Pink was Payton’s signature color, not my favorite, but beggars can’t be choosers.)
    Dark jeans with a little rip in them
    Brown belt (Boy, Payton was prepared. Accessories and everything.)
    The bell rang for next period, just as I brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. There. At least outwardly, I was pulled together. I better get to the classroom where Mrs. Burkle wanted to meet.
    â€œHi, Emma!” My friend Quinn came down the hall and pushed through the crowd to get near me.
    â€œHi!” I said. “The hallway looks awesome!” I pointed at the posters on the wall.
    â€œDo you really think they look good?” Quinn worried. “I heard that