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CHAPTER 7

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efore I could speak, I heard a car honk—and that’s when I

realized it was my mom.
In the car, Mom saw our depressed faces and asked, “Uh,

so… how was school?”
We didn’t answer at first. Then Mom asked again, and I replied,

“Good! It was good.”

“Okay, well then, tell me what happened.”
Alexa raised her head and uttered, “Okay, so—” But before she

could continue, I looked at her with a please don’t tell her face. Still,
she went on.

“So, we had a good day, like Gigi said. But… our math teacher

was really strict, and we weren’t in the same class.” She smiled at me,
and I smiled back.

“Aw, sorry, girls. The school actually told me you wouldn’t be in
the same class for the year… but at least you still have each other.”

The next morning was the same—we ate, and Mom talked about
another family time.

But at school, it was different.

In English class, Ange and Faye kept talking to me about going to
the new mall near the school. I’d never seen or even heard of a new

mall, so I asked, “What new mall?”