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to get a glimpse over the crowd. “Or something exciting!”
    â€œExciting? Here? Yeah, right.” Abby laughed as they slowly made their way into the lobby. Just beyond the doors, they saw what all the fuss was about: a large poster announcing the first dance of the school year.
    Leah grabbed Abby’s arm. “A dance!” she squealed. “I can’t wait! And it’s the perfect excuse to get a new outfit. What are you going to wear?”
    â€œLet’s see,” Abby mused. “My gray hoodie and my favorite jeans.”
    Leah frowned. “You’re kidding,” she said bluntly. “That is the worst outfit for a dance.”
    â€œBut it’s perfect for lounging around and watching TV,” Abby said. “Which is what I will be doing instead of going to some stupid dance.”
    â€œDon’t be like that,” Leah complained. “I know the dances were boring last year, but this is the first dance of this year. That’s kind of a big deal.”
    â€œWhatever,” replied Abby. “Every dance is the same, Leah. They play the same lame music and serve the same nasty cafeteria hot dogs every single time. And all the girls stand around just waiting for anybody to ask them to dance while all the guys end up shooting hoops. No thank you. Come on, I need to go to my locker before homeroom.”
    But Leah hovered near the poster. “Well, here’s something different,” she said slowly. “It says here that proceeds from the dance will go to the Sara James Memorial Scholarship Fund. You know what that means, right? You-know-who will definitely be there, so—”
    â€œShhh!” Abby hissed, glancing around to make sureno one had overhead Leah. “You promised you wouldn’t mention that ever again.”
    â€œAll right, all right,” Leah said. “I just want you to come to the dance! It won’t be any fun without you. Please?”
    â€œI’ll think about it,” Abby finally said, just to stop Leah from badgering her.
    â€œThat sounds like a yes!” Leah said, clapping her hands. “Now, seriously, what are we going to wear?”
    â€œI’ll think about that, too,” Abby promised with a laugh. She couldn’t stay annoyed with Leah, not after being her best friend since kindergarten—even if it meant suffering through another awful dance in the gym.
    But as the days passed, it started to look like Leah was right to be excited. The whole school was buzzing with rumors about the dance, like that the student council’s events planning committee had actually hired a DJ and promised to order better food. After school on Wednesday, Abby and Leah joined a group of kids who had gathered around Morgan Matthews, the class president. Morgan was in the process of describing all the improvements she had planned for the dance. “It’s the least we can do in memory of Sara,” she gushed.
    Abby resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Um, I don’t think a pizza upgrade is a really special way to remember Sara,” she whispered to Leah.
    Just then she felt someone tug on her backpack. She turned around to see who was behind her.
    It was Jake!
    Oh, no, Abby thought in a panic. Did he overhear me?
    â€œYou know what?” Jake asked in a low voice. “I couldn’t agree more.”
    â€œHi, uh, hey, Jake,” Abby stammered. “Yeah . . . it’s kind of weird, huh?”
    â€œA little bit,” Jake said, nodding. “What are you doing now?”
    â€œI was just about to head out for the bus,” Abby said.
    â€œIt’s such a nice day,” Jake began. “I was wondering if you’d like to walk home with me.”
    â€œUm, yeah,” Abby said as her heart started to pound. She shot a quick glance at Leah. “I’ll see you later, Leah?”
    â€œI’ll call you!” Leah exclaimed as she gave Abby a little wave.