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problems?” Deena’s mom was shouting as Deena opened the back door.
    â€œI didn’t think it was any of your business!” Chuck replied heatedly.
    Deena stepped into the kitchen. Chuck nodded to her. Her parents ignored her. They were concentrating on Chuck.
    It was obvious to Deena that her parents had gone ballistic over Chuck’s news. Her mom kept tugging at her hair, pacing back and forth, shaking her head.
    Mr. Martinson sat at the kitchen table, gripping his coffee mug so tightly, his knuckles had turned white.
    Chuck’s face was bright red. He stood in the kitchen doorway, his hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans, his features set in anger.
    â€œDid you know about this, Deena?” her father demanded.
    â€œKnow about what?” Deena tried to sound innocent. She didn’t know how much of his plan Chuck had revealed.
    â€œAbout the trouble Chuck’s been in at school,” her mother said.
    â€œI’m not in trouble anymore!” Chuck cried breathlessly. “I’ve already dropped out.”
    â€œDeena? Did you?” her father demanded.
    â€œThe first I knew about anything was last night,” Deena told him. She poured herself a glass of orange juice.
    â€œDeena doesn’t know anything,” Chuck told them with a sneer. “What difference does it make what Deena knows? Dropping out of school was the best thing that could have happened to me.”
    â€œOh, Chuck!” Deena’s mom sank into a chair beside the table and lowered her eyes to the floor.
    â€œWell, as long as you’re home,” Mr. Martinson said, “we’re going to set a few things straight. First, you will obey all the family rules—curfew, chores, everything. You will get a job and help with expenses. And—”
    â€œAnd what else?” Chuck interrupted. “Do I have to wash behind my ears every night?”
    â€œThat does it!” Mr. Martinson shouted, slamming his hand down on the table.
    â€œDear—” cautioned Mrs. Martinson.
    â€œForget it!” shouted Chuck. “I can see that coming back here was a mistake. You want to run my life! Well, I won’t let you! I don’t have to listen to you anymore. I’m going to L.A. at the end of the week—and you’ll never see me again!”
    Chuck was so furious, his entire body was shaking. Deena tried to think of something to say—anything—to calm everyone down.
    But Chuck crossed the kitchen and yanked open the back door. He slammed it so hard, the windowpanes rattled. Deena saw him running down the driveway without looking back.
    â€œIs he crazy?” Mr. Martinson bellowed. His hands shot out, spilling the coffee mug. “That boy thinks he can get away with anything!” he cried. “This time he’s gone too far!”
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    By late that afternoon, Chuck still hadn’t come home. Deena tried calling Jade several times, but her line was always busy.
    When she’d finished all her schoolwork, she borrowed her mom’s car and drove over to tell Jade what had happened. Maybe Jade will have some idea where Chuck is, Deena thought.
    As soon as Jade pulled open her front door, Deena found the answer. Chuck sat on Jade’s living-room couch, eating popcorn and watching a video.
    Jade was wearing a cat suit as usual. This one made of some kind of shiny yellow material. She had a big gold hoop earring in each ear, and her hair hung in one long braid over her shoulder.
    Even on a Saturday afternoon, Jade looks as if she just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine! Deena marveled to herself.
    â€œCome on in,” Jade told Deena with a big smile. “We’re watching Bikini Teen Mutants from Sunset Strip.”
    â€œI saw it,” Deena said. “I thought it was gross.”
    â€œYo, Deena!” Chuck called. He smiled at her as if nothing at all had happened at home. “Check out