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Monday. My counselor Ms. Josephson called me into her office this morning “to touch base.”
“So, how are you feeling?”
“Fine. Much better. I’ve gotten back to my school work.”
“I see that,” she said, looking down at some report. “So everything is all right? You’re feeling better?”
“Sure. Everything’s fine.” I started to get up, thinking that was all.
Then she got around to what she really called me in there for. “You seem to have had a falling out with Victoria.”
I glanced at the report on her desk. Exactly who was spying on me and Toomy? “Yeah, well, we don’t really have that much in common right now. With me off the team and everything.”
“But you’re not sitting with her at lunch.”
I could feel the red in my face. “It’s not really the school’s business who my friends are, is it
