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guzzled it straight from the tap to make me laugh. He
had Blue Raspberry Mouth for the rest of his shift.
Not many people can pull off blue teeth. But
believe me, Toph can.
I refresh my inbox—just in case—but nothing
new appears. I’ve been planted in front of my computer
for several hours, waiting for Bridge to get out of
school. I’m glad she emailed me. For some reason, I
wanted her to write first. Maybe because I wanted her
to think I was so happy and busy that I didn’t have
time to talk. When, in reality, I’m sad and alone.
And hungry. My mini-fridge is empty.
I had dinner in the cafeteria but avoided the
main food line again, stuffing myself with more bread,
which only lasts so long. Maybe St. Clair will order
breakfast for me again in the morning. Or Meredith; I
bet she’d do it.
I reply to Bridge, telling her about my new sortof-friends,
the crazy cafeteria with restaurant-quality
food, and the giant Panthéon down the road. Despite
myself, I describe St. Clair, and mention how in physics
he leaned over Meredith to borrow a pen from me,
right when Professeur Wakefield was assigning lab
partners. So the teacher thought he was sitting next to
me, and now St. Clair is my lab partner for the WHOLE
YEAR.
Which was the best thing that happened all day.
I also tell Bridge about the mysterious Life class,
La Vie, because she and I spent the entire summer
speculating. (Me: “I bet we’ll debate the Big Bang and
the Meaning of Life.” Bridge: “Dude, they’ll probably
teach you breathing techniques and how to convert
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