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CHAPTER 6

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fter the first class, we had lunch. I went to the cafeteria with

Mara, and she introduced me to her other friends, Emily and
Lizzie. I sat down and took out my lunch. When I started

eating, they were all staring at me—like I was doing something weird.
One of the girls, Emily, asked the weirdest question, and I was so

confused.

“Um, what are you eating?” she said.
Lizzie then asked, “Is that… a hot dog but with gravy and a

sandwich?”
Okay, first, it’s not ‘gravy and a sandwich.’ It’s bread with gravy

in it because I have to eat it, so the enzymes in my body don’t rise.

Especially when I have P.E., I have to make sure my enzymes are
average—not high, not low—or else I’ll faint.

So I answered, “Uh, no? It’s just bread. The hot dog is just a
snack.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was diet food. Looked kind of weird.”
That was absolutely rude! Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I eat

weird food.