“OH, THANK GOD YOU’RE not dead!” Jessica exclaimed when Hilarie called her. “I was so worried when I didn’t see you in English. Hilarie Walsh never misses school. Not even when she had that fever in fifth grade and ended up puking up her chicken nuggets all over the slide.”
Hilarie groaned. “Don’t remind me.” Her father had felt her warm forehead and wanted her to stay home that day, but she’d had a spelling test and thus convinced him that she’d been totally fine. Stupid fifth-grade me. After her classmates had screamed at the sight of her vomit on the playground’s big green slide, they’d given her the un-creative nickname “Nuggets” and thrown chicken nuggets at her on Nugget Tuesdays in the cafeteria until Jessica started throwing frozen chicken tenders at their heads.
“Poor little Nug
