Chapter 15
ALL THAT DAY and the next, I looked for evidence of Rhino’s “grassroots” campaign. I didn’t see anything, anywhere. When I caught him texting with Elle, I wondered if he was really doing something for Sophie, or if he’d gone secret double agent on me. If Rhino wasn’t really going to help, I’d have to do something myself.
Thursday morning, I came to school armed with all the pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters I could find. My haul was pitiful. I think Dad had already raided the usual sources. The only things left for me were my piggy bank and what I could scrounge up from beneath the couch cushions.
My search for change had been a waste of time, though. When I walked into homeroom, Mr. Moore had already packed away the homecoming canisters for Clarissa, Elle, Mercedes, and S
