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    â€œComing.” I let out a sigh, heaving myself off my bed.
    I’ve been avoiding her ever since I got home from school today. I don’t want deal with any questions about the business … not today.
    She smiles. “How’s the business going?”
    â€œUm … great!” I lie. “Just super! Couldn’t be better!” I try to force a smile, crossing my fingers behind my back.
    â€œReally?” She tilts her head to the side suspiciously.
    â€œYeah … um … we have tons of bracelets made and you should see our display!”
    â€œHow are your sales?”

    â€œSales? What do you mean exactly?” I pick up a travel brochure with a lighthouse and a lobster on the cover.
    â€œHow many Wishbandz have you sold?”
    â€œWell, yesterday was a pretty good day. We sold around ten.”
    â€œYeah, you told me that. How about today?”
    â€œUm … today was fine,” I say, squeezing my crossed fingers a little tighter. “Are we planning a trip this summer?” I smile, holding up the travel guide.
    â€œHannah, are you avoiding my question? As an investor, I think I have a right to know how the business is going.”
    I fib again. “It’s going fine.”
    â€œSo, how many Wishbandz have you sold so far?”
    â€œUm … well … if I add them all together, um … it would be about ten so far.” I bite my lip.
    â€œSo there were no sales today?” She frowns. “I thought you said you’d have twenty or thirty more sold by now.”
    â€œWell we ran into a tiny obstacle,” I finally admit.
    â€œWhat kind of obstacle?”
    â€œThey shut us down at school.” I look down at my feet.
    â€œWell, why do you need to sell your Wishbandz at school?”
    â€œWhere else would we sell them? School is our target market, remember?”
    â€œWell, looks like your target market doesn’t care where you sell your Wishbandz as long as you are selling them.” She points to her iPad and taps on the screen. “Look! You must have forty messages here, and for once they’re not all from Rachel.”
    I plunk myself down in the chair and grab the iPad. She’s right. It’s not over yet!
    Just then, the phone rings.
    â€œHave you checked your messages?” Rachel squeals.
    â€œYeah, just checking them now,” I say.
    â€œThey want our Wishbandz, Hannah!”
    â€œYeah, I know!”
    â€œI don’t understand it, though. I mean, how did all of these people get our contact info?”
    â€œWell, I … um …” I stammer.
    â€œWhat did you do?”
    â€œI probably shouldn’t have, but I was so ticked off with Scarlett, on the way out of the school, I tacked one of our Wishbandz on the bulletin board.”
    â€œAnd?” Rachel says.
    â€œAnd a little poster with our email addresses on it.”
    â€œHow little?” Rachel asks.
    I laugh nervously. “It was just a piece of bristol board.”
    â€œBristol board?”
    â€œWell, I wanted it to be noticeable.”
    â€œI hope Scarlett didn’t see it,” Rachel says.
    â€œWho cares about Scarlett? What do you think of all these orders?”
    â€œAwesome,” she answers, “but we still need a place to sell the Wishbandz. Let’s be realistic; I just can’t see all of these kids getting rides to our homes just to buy bracelets.”
    Looking through my messages, I realize she’s prob­ably right; most of these kids are bus students, and some of them don’t even go to our school.
    â€œHey, did you get anything from Mrs. Harris?” I ask.

    â€œI’ll check,” she says, pausing for a second. “Yeah, I got a message. You got one too?”
    â€œYeah, I did,” I say, suddenly feeling weak. “Maybe she saw the poster.”
    â€œOr maybe Scarlett saw it and found some stupid rule to get us