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out of his head. “Is that the problem?”
Moistening my lips, I ask, “Wanna hang out on your
roof tonight? After dark?”
Perry’s mouth hangs open. “My roof ? What is wrong
with you, Ruthie? If you don’t button up, you’re going to get
sent home. The principal will never let you wear that. How
did your mother let you out of the house? What were you
thinking?”
So far, the “Perry Plan” isn’t going well. And it’s embarrassing!
“What are you staring at?” Perry sneers at Walter
Maynard, who is turned all the way around in his seat.
Walter doesn’t stop staring until I hold my backpack up to
my front.
Next to me in the cramped seat, Perry fishes through his
pack and pulls out a little gold pin.
“Here,” he says. “It’s stupid, but it’ll work.”
Perry hands me the pin he received as a finalist in last
year’s Science Fair. It’s in the shape of a moving atom and
says, SCIENCE IS A BLAST!
“But—” I say.
“Believe me, Ruthie, you don’t want to get off the bus
looking like that.”
Sighing, I button my shirt. And I wear Perry’s pin. Close
to my heart.
“Thanks,” I say. Then, leaning back against the seat, I
smell Perry’s smell. It’s a combination of herbal shampoo,
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