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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Chapter One
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Chapter Two
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Chapter Three
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Chapter Four
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Fourteen
  22. Chapter Five
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Chapter Six
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Chapter Seven
  30. Twenty
  31. Twenty-One
  32. Twenty-Two
  33. Chapter Eight
  34. Twenty-Three
  35. Twenty-Four
  36. Twenty-Five
  37. Chapter Nine
  38. Twenty-Six
  39. Twenty-Seven
  40. Chapter Ten
  41. Twenty-Eight
  42. Twenty-Nine
  43. Thirty
  44. Thirty-One
  45. Chapter Eleven
  46. Thirty-Two
  47. Thirty-Three
  48. Thirty-Four
  49. Thirty-Five
  50. Chapter Twelve
  51. Thirty-Six
  52. Thirty-Seven
  53. Thirty-Eight
  54. Chapter Thirteen
  55. Thirty-Nine
  56. Forty
  57. Forty-One
  58. Forty-Two
  59. Chapter Fourteen
  60. Forty-Three
  61. Forty-Four
  62. Forty-Five
  63. Forty-Six
  64. Forty-Seven
  65. Chapter Fifteen
  66. The Following Summer
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

The game went on for fifteen minutes, and as the three players amassed ever higher scores, the class became more enthusiastic. Not everyone, though. Emily sat stone-faced, arms crossed. Ali could tell Emily thought Cassie and Murray’s presentation was better, and she was right. Not only had Ali messed up her and Emily’s presentation, for some reason Cassie and Murray hadn’t asked her to play Classification Jeopardy. She tried to tell herself it was no big deal, but it was.

In the end, Taylor prevailed and received a gold plastic trophy, which she held aloft like it was an Olympic medal as she returned to her seat.

Mr. Corby motioned for quiet. “First, congratulations, Cassie and Murray: you’ve invented an excellent teaching tool to help students learn about classifying organisms. I might borrow it myself for next term.”

“For a small fee,” Murray said. Ali couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.

“We’ll negotiate later.” Mr. Corby chuckled. “And congratulations to Taylor for paying attention to my riveting lectures.”

Taylor waved to the class like she was the queen.

“Best presentation ever!” someone shouted.

Emily stared straight ahead, expressionless.

As soon as the bell rang, Ali bolted. She wanted to avoid Emily for as long as possible. She hid in the same bathroom stall she’d used the day she became a Copycat. So much had happened since then, and none of it was good: Gigi’s poor health, Ali’s inability to end the Sloane Family Feud, and now, this horrible day. Saint John was supposed to be a fresh start, but like always, nothing had worked out. In the past, she would have blamed her parents for everything. But now she had to admit the truth: she was part of the problem. Maybe she was incapable of making friends.

The door opened, and Emily’s and Taylor’s voices filled the bathroom.

“Our team was awful!” Emily wailed.

ALI’S RULES FOR WHEN YOU DON’T FIT IN

  1. Move.
  2. Change again.
  3. Try to find other friends.

Could Copycats turn invisible? Because right now, being invisible was the best idea ever.

“Your presentation was fine,” said Taylor, her voice soothing.

“It was no Classification Jeopardy! You know Ali didn’t even help me?”

“I know. That’s so unfair.”

Ali’s mother had once said what people think about us is none of our business. As she listened to Emily and Taylor talk about her, Ali agreed.

“I worked for hours on it. She just hung out with her friends and didn’t care about me.”

Not care about Emily? How could Emily think that?

“I thought you guys were getting to be good friends.”