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met ours.
    â€œHey, you two freaks got a problem?” she said.
    â€œSorry,” I mumbled, and turned around.
    Vince followed suit. We glanced at each other and shrugged.
    â€œOh, wait. It’s just you,” she said. “I didn’t recognize you.”
    I turned around again. “What do you mean, ‘just me’?”
    â€œI thought you were just two guys with ridiculous crushes on me or something, that’s all.”
    My face grew hot.
    â€œSo about my problem. Have you two done anything yet besides whine about calories all day? Oh, wait, obviously not, being that I’m in detention right now,” she said.
    â€œKjelson put you here?”
    â€œWhat do you think? Do you think I’m normally in detention? That I’m a bad girl? Is that what you think?” She seemed to be getting dangerously close to tears and anger all at once. She was possibly the scariest person I’d ever met—about as calm and predictable as a city-leveling tornado.
    â€œNo, no. I just thought . . .” I started to apologize.
    Then she started laughing. “You should see your face. I’m just kidding around with you, Mac.”
    I tried to laugh with her. Vince had no problems laughing at me either. I glared at him and he just laughed even harder.
    â€œQuiet down! This is detention not social hour,” Mr. Daniels yelled.
    â€œWow, he just gave the three forty-five warning at three forty-four,” Vince said. “He’s ahead of schedule.”
    Trixie giggled madly at this.
    For the first time ever I wanted Vince to stop talking, but I honestly couldn’t tell you why; it had been a pretty funny thing to say.
    â€œSeriously, though, when are you going to get Kjelson off my back? This is my fourth day of detention in a row because of him. I didn’t even do anything wrong at all today. He just gave me detention.”
    â€œYou had to have done something,” I said. “Teachers can’t just give out detention for no reason.”
    She scoffed at me like I was an idiot. “Oh no? Then why am I here? I swear, I was just sitting in class taking notes. I think maybe my pencil broke or something and made a noise because suddenly he was like, ‘Trixie, no talking!’ And I was shocked, so I didn’t really say anything. I just kind of sighed. Then he was like, ‘That’s it! Detention again, young lady!’ So I was like, ‘But I didn’t do anything!’ You know? Because I hadn’t. But he got all red in the face and was sputtering like a dying motorcycle and said, ‘Okay, that’s two days of detention!’ So I started to protest, but he was just on a roll, you know? He started screaming, ‘I’m tired of your attitude! Another outburst and you are out of here for good!’ So what was I to do? I need to pass that class to graduate and go on to high school. So I shut up and took my detention.”
    That sounded pretty horrible, but it also didn’t sound like Kjelson at all.
    â€œThat kind of reminds me of this one time that my grandma wouldn’t stop cursing in church,” Vince said. I groaned. He had a Grandma story for everything . “We were like, ‘Grandma, you have to be quiet. We’ll get kicked out.’ But she just went on ranting and raving, with every other word being a swearword, about how her Lucky Charms had been mocking her during breakfast. But the best part is that she didn’t even have Lucky Charms that morning. She had, like, waffles with hand lotion on them or something. Anyways, she didn’t stop, so we got kicked out.” He laughed. “How many people do you know who got kicked out of church?”
    Instead of getting annoyed at how pointless his story was like I thought she would, Trixie actually laughed. She and Vince were cracking up together.
    â€œQuiet down,” Mr. Daniels barked. “This is detention not social hour!”
    That was