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Chapters (31)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  31. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gilly shook her head. “No! I want to go with you. To the dance. Because. . .” A small smile curled the corners of her lips, “You’re pretty cool, like I said. What do you say?”

She reached out and touched my hand. Which almost caused her to fall over.

You know when that thing you’ve been kind of secretly dreaming of happens and then suddenly that secret dream is revealed and you feel, like, exposed and giddy and scared all at once?

“Okay.”

Gilly’s phone buzzed. “Oh, that’s my dad, I bet,” she said. “I gotta go. But it’s a date, right?”

“It’s a date.”

Gilly hopped away and I sat down in a seat in the empty room that was once the site of my standoff.

I looked at my phone.

There were three texts from Berry.

BERRY

Hey. I hope everything goes okay today.

BERRY

You deserve to be a star.

BERRY

Just FYI.

Without thinking, I tapped the little Berry icon on my phone, which was a picture of one of the sculptures from her secret garden, and called her.

People do that, you know: just call.

Suddenly there was a ringing in the hallway very close to the door. I bolted out of the room to find Berry frantically silencing her phone.

“HEY!”

“HEY!” Literally every part of her face was red. With her green hair, she looked like a radish. But, like, in a cool way.

“I didn’t know you were here.”

“Oh.” Berry shoved her phone in her pocket. “I was just checking on you. To make sure you were okay.”

“Since how long?”

“I mean, I heard Davidson tell Sarah off.” Berry smiled. “And I heard Gilly stick up for you. That’s pretty nice. And. I mean, yeah.”

“So you heard the whole thing basically.”

The smile slipped from Berry’s lips, replaced with the same look from this morning.

“I’m glad Gilly stood up for you,” she said. “And I’m glad you’re okay.”

And with that Berry hopped on her board, risking Principal Lynde’s wrath, and zipped down the hallway.

Really not wanting to risk any wrath, I walked to the front steps and I strapped on my skates. Diana Ross’s “Upside Down” blasted on my headphones as I rounded out of the parking lot and headed home, chasing the last slivers of light.

TWENTY-THREE

That night, when I got home from our second somewhat-failed-but-ultimately-very-successful play rehearsal, Lucy’s car was in the driveway, but not Millie’s, and Monty didn’t do her “Anne is home” bark when I opened the door.

“Hello?”

“In here.”