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code. “You’re not dry yet.”
    â€œWe have that in common.”
    â€œNothing gets you drier than a dry confession.” She shook her finger at me. “You don’t normally hang out behind the school.” She said the words behind the school like they included a one-way ticket to detention. “And this is twice now you’ve been connected to school vandalism.”
    â€œI swear. Last time I was just trying to make flyers and—”
    â€œI know you couldn’t have stolen the paper because you were with me at the time.”
    I nodded. “And this time, I went out there because I heard the commotion and slipped on the mud.” I made my eyes wide and innocent. “I was trying to help.”
    She pursed her lips. “Well, that does seem like something you would do.” She balled her hands into fists. “That’s it, I don’t care how much energy it uses up, I’m turning the security cameras back on. We could have caught them by—never mind.” She waved her hand away. “Did you see anything suspicious?”
    A blast of air conditioning made me shiver. “Suspicious?”
    â€œAnyone else out around the creek before you got there?” Principal Dodgson undid her bun and wrung the water out of her short, brown locks. “Come to think of it, how did Whitney rescue you? Was she already there?”
    â€œNo, of course not,” I said. Her question sounded like an accusation, and the last thing I needed was Whitney taking the fall for my mistake. “She came afterward. Why?”
    â€œThe English wing is flooded. We can’t hold a school day if the students need life vests to swim to their classes. And I don’t believe it’s the rain. Someone tried to get school canceled the other day with the vandalism. And I bet that same someone was fooling around with the dam today. Probably to get classes shut down.”
    â€œNonsense. Have you checked the dam?” I held my breath.
    â€œThat’s my next order of business.” Mascara ran down her face, making her look more like a sweaty circus clown than a school principal. “Well, this isn’t your problem. Whoever did this will be punished. But I am keeping my eye on you.”
    My skin prickled. I could only hope the rain and the overflowing creek had washed away my backpack with my neatly-typed homework inside, the telltale evidence linking me to the crime.

CHAPTER 7
    It took three days for the utility department to declare the school arid and no longer prime for surfing thanks to my little stunt. Students dusted off their alarm clocks and treaded into the halls, whispering that Mother Nature hadn’t caused the flood.
    My eyes darted from classmate to classmate, desperate to catch any indication that anyone suspected my involvement in the act of environmental-social suicide. I hoped no one would notice my missing trademark backpack or the lame excuse that I’d forgotten my textbooks at home. I tried to wear the Model Student skin suit, but it didn’t fit as snugly as it used to.
    I wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or not that Di and Dru ignored the fight we had in English and acted like nothing—including helping me out with my environmental goal—had happened. Selective memory loss comes in handy when you’re unpopular. I’d failed with Whitney, and unless I wanted to eat lunch alone in a bathroom stall, I had no choice but to keep up the same pretense.
    The gym locker-room door burst open and smacked into the wall. “I know who did it!” Quinn Hart rushed toward the girls still lingering by the lockers. Anything to get people to listen to her and stretch out her fifteen minutes of high-school notoriety.
    She did have a great sense of rumor.
    I dropped the sneaker I’d been holding, fingers going from still to earthquake before Quinn even finished speaking. Please let her be talking about two people having sex in