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11. Behavioral Disorder
    I did as Lynn instructed and asked Abby on Wednesday to go with me to the movies on Friday night. The plan is to meet up at the big theater by her house. Lynn says it’s better to meet at the movies, so you’re not riding in a car with the units making small talk. Pickups and drop-offs are apparently very awkward. So I’ll just ride my bike. No wheelies, of course . . . Dang it! I don’t have a bike anymore, and there’s been no progress on its recovery, but Scary Terry hasn’t come to kill me either, so I’m still on top.
    Apparently Lynn stomped up to Terry in the hall yesterday, got in his face, and demanded that he return my bike. He called her a bitch and said he didn’t know what she was talking about. She then called him “a clueless loser with bad breath and no sense of style.” It’s nice to have someone sticking up for you, but when your guardian angel is my sister, it might get you killed.
    The more I hear about Terry Moss the less I like him. He seems to have some real head problems and has to go to a special class called B.D. That stands for Behavioral Disorders. It’s where all the worst kids in the school go to hang out and talk about how to battle their urges to kick the crap out of each other or to burn the school down all the time. If a kid can’t cut it in B.D. class, he has to go to a special school for bad kids. I think it’s called “jail” in certain circles. On the curriculum lists of what courses I could take at Merrian High, I never saw Behavioral Disorders as a class I could just sign up for. Just like I couldn’t enroll in honors calculus because I wanted to, there are steps to getting into the all-exclusive B.D. program. Only so many slots and a whole slew of bad kids, but Terry seems to have made the grade.
    They have the Learning Center, where they put the slow kids and the guys with learning disabilities, but not the kids with ADD. I was recommended for the L.C. in junior high, and I was devastated. But they also recommended me for a class called Seek that’s just for the smartest nerds. My mom told those school psychologists to get their junk together. She wouldn’t be putting her son in a special class for retards in the morning and then one for nerds in the afternoon. My brain is fragile enough as it is.
    Anyway, if the school makes up these nice names for the nerds and the tards, why can’t they figure out a nicer way to describe the Behavioral Disorders class? I bet they tried to call it Choices or like, Problem Solving back in the day, and some normal kid strolled in thinking he’d be all right, and the B.D. kids killed him. So they had to go back to B.D. They put Behavioral Disorders right on the door so there should be no mistake. “If you open this door, you’ll find only kids with . . . behavioral disorders!”
    The room is right by my locker at the end of the building, and the door is always shut. I bet it’s locked too. If you let them out they’ll just steal bikes, kick mailboxes, and push kids down. Apparently Lynn went through a bad-boy phase last year and tried to date Scary Terry. He’s somehow popular despite being a nut bag, so she thought it was okay to go out with him. She was wrong, because the degenerate got into a fight with five guys in a Safeway parking lot while they were trying to get frozen yogurt. These dudes in a Jeep had apparently cut him off for a parking space, and he went crazy. He had a baseball bat in the backseat and started hitting their car. My sister is a busybody to the core, so she tried to break up the brawl, and of course she got popped in the face with the bat. Terry didn’t hit her. He was unconscious by that time, because the five guys got the bat away from him (shocker). I’m sure it seemed like a good plan in his crazy-ass head, but unfortunately, both he and Lynn ended up in the hospital.
    When the ’rents and I picked her up from the hospital, she was hopped up on