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on the rectangle, or you won’t be able to roll it up. Roll each rectangle into a tight roll. Place rolls on a baking sheet and refrigerate for 25 minutes. Then cut each roll in half (make sure halves don’t touch each other), and place in the oven for 10–20 minutes, or until dough turns golden brown.
    **This is the BEST party snack or studying snack.
    **If you use a meat like sausage, make sure to cook it all the way through before adding it to the pizza rolls, or it could make you sick. And something this yummy should never, ever make anyone sick!
    I never in a million years thought that shuffleboard could be as intense as soccer or beach volleyball, but as Lance gets ready to push the weight in the last frame against Shuffleboard Dan, I’ve got my fists clenched, and my teeth are digging into my lower lip.
    Dad calls shuffleboard an old-people-on-a-cruise-ship game, but, secretly, I think it was because he always had to work and never got to come to the Founder’s Day tournament before. This year he was totally into it, and even won his first game. The new guy (apparently), Philippe, took him out in the second round, but Dad stuck around and is totally cheering for Lance next to Lance’s dad. As much as I wish Dad weren’t the school janitor, I can admit it’s nice that he’s not at work all the time anymore.
    â€œAre they done yet?” Becca tucks a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “I am abso-posi-lutely dying of heat exhaustion in this thing.”
    â€œYou just want to change into something cuter for Philllliiiiipppppppe ,” Sadie drawls.
    Becca huffs. “I do not. He’s cute, but so what? I’m completely, totally, one hundred thirty-seven percent done with boys.”
    â€œMmm-hmm,” Sadie says.
    â€œShhh, y’all.” I wave my hand without looking at them. If Lance actually wins this, it’ll be the first time anyone has ever beat Shuffleboard Dan. Who knows how much money is in that pot? Dan never takes out his winnings, just keeps adding to it every year. There’s probably enough to buy twenty surfboards.
    Lance wipes his face with his shirt. It’s completely silent at the game board. Shuffleboard Dan is a total stickler for the rules, which means the players can’t talk to each other while the game is on. Lance exhales, and then pushes the weight. It slides across the board.
    It hits the 10 mark at the very tip-top of the triangle. As Meemaw says, even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and then. Although Lance isn’t anything even close to squirrel-like, maybe he’s found his luck today.
    â€œYes!” I shout, and punch the air.
    But the weight doesn’t stop. It slides just a bit farther—off the board. And Lance loses. So much for the blind squirrel.
    â€œYou okay, Vi? I didn’t realize you were so into shuffleboard.” Becca pokes me with Polly Want a Cracker, who leaves feathers all over my shoulder.
    I’m not, really. Shuffleboard is So Not Vi. Although, since a lot of things that were So Not Vi—like clothes and sparkly purple phones—became Sometimes Vi this summer, then maybe shuffleboard can too.
    And now Lance is looking this way. Maybe if I seem completely busy, he’ll go talk to someone else. I used to like to talk to him—about volleyball strategy or soccer tryouts. We’re even on the same soccer team this year, since this town is so tiny that there aren’t enough players to support separate boys’ and girls’ teams. But ever since I started curling my hair sometimes and wearing some of Becca’s pink-tinted lip gloss, he’s been weird. Like he can’t figure out what to say to me. The first day of school, I think he tried to ask me to tonight’s Founder’s Day dance.
    But he hasn’t tried to ask me since then. I know, because we’ve had soccer practice and classes together. So I was either completely wrong about him