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A few people dressed up at my school—your standard zombies and slashers and again with the catwomen. Lots of skin-tight outfits. Skinny girls just love showing off their bodies.
Greg dressed up, too. I saw him in between classes, wearing that same Wolfman outfit from the party. I caught his eye and he gave me a sullen look and kept moving. Thank you.
I’ve been getting those same looks from Matt all week, ever since our big blowup last weekend. Fine. Guys everywhere should avoid me—spread the word.
“Your preliminary research papers are due next week,” Mr. Fizer told us this afternoon. “Make them sharp—I will be grading them.”
Next week. I have a lot to do before then. But at least I know what my project is about now—mostly. I need to take all the ideas that are colliding around in m
