when Darla Tressler flagged me from the end of a stack。
Darla was in a few of my classes； but we weren't really friends； so I looked behind me to see
who else she might be flagging。
“e here！” she mouthed； frantically waving me over。
So I hurried over。 She pointed through the column of books and whispered； “Listen！”
It was Garrett's voice。 And then Bryce's。 And they were talking about … me。 About my
chickens。 And salmonella poisoning。 And how Bryce had
been throwing away my eggs。 And about me fixing up our yard。
Bryce was sounding like he felt really bad； but then suddenly my blood ran cold。 He was
talking about David！
And then Garrett laughed and said； “A retard？ Well； that explains a lot； doesn't it？ You
know… about Juli？”
For a second； there was silence。 And at that moment I was sure they must be able to hear
my heart pounding in my chest； but then Bryce laughed
and said； “Oh； right。”
I positively crumbled onto the floor。 And in a flash th