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eight homework problems are going to turn into a major scientific
treatise.
When Mom knocks on my door to call me to dinner I ignore her.
The last thing I want is to face another meal of goo-goo eyes and
green sea slugs—even though Stella’s powers are grounded, I don’t
put it past her to bring real ones this time. Besides, I still have half
a book to read for Ms. T.
My door swings open. “Phoebe, dinner is—”
“Mom!” I shout, jumping off my bed. “You can’t just barge into
my room. Don’t I get any privacy?”
“I’m sorry. When you didn’t answer I—”
“Look, I don’t want dinner. I’m not hungry.” Actually, I’m starving,
but I would rather go hungry until lunch tomorrow than have
a family dinner. “I have a lot of work to do, so just leave me alone.”
The hurt in her green eyes makes my heart ache. Not enough to
take back what I said, though.
I’m surprised she’s not shouting right back at me.
“All right,” she says softly. “I understand your need for distance.
I’ll ask Hesper to leave a plate of leftovers in the fridge.”
I shrug, like I’m not interested. Like I’m not already plotting to sneak
out and consume that plate after everyone’s in bed. “Whatever.”
Her sad smile says she already knows what I’ll do.
Without another word, she turns and walks away.
Animal Farm in hand, I collapse on the bed.
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.
Sounds like my life.
Maybe this book won’t be so bad, after all.
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