Chapter 38
Monday rolls around. We take the math quiz. Judy feels like she might have done okay, but not great. I feel bad about not going over to her house on Saturday. Then I remind myself that she could have spent time studying on her own. I hope she does okay on the quiz.
In the next few days, I’m getting attention from other kids. They’re noticing me. This puzzles me—and then it hits me like a ton of bricks. It’s because of the blue streaks in my hair. Oh, my God! They think I’m making a fashion statement. I find this absolutely hilarious.
Judy and I sit together at lunch again. “I was thinking,” Judy says. “Do you want to come over again? Or . . .”
I’m picking at my mystery meat. “Or what?”
No answer.
“Do you want to come over to my house?” She doesn’t hear or she’s ignoring me
