first one to talk. Finally she said, âTrent Zimmerman, I have lessons to plan. Why donât you sit there and be silent until I decide you can go home?â
So she planned, and I drew in my Book of Thoughts until she decided I could go home at 4:15, which was way too early. But I walked my bike instead of rode it, and I took four detours, too, so by the time I got home, it was 5:03. There was a note from Aaron on the table.
Trentâ
I told you 4:50. We had to leave without you.
âAaron
I crumpled the note into a ball and threw it in the garbage, and fixed myself some soup for dinner. Mom got home just after Aaron and Doug, and neither of them mentioned that Iâd skipped dinner, and Dad didnât call about it either. Mom did say, âDetention on the first day of school, huh?â with her eyebrows raised to the ceiling. And then when I told her that it was an accident, with Ms. Emersonâs stupid plant, she looked at me for a long time, studying my face like she was deciding whether or not to believe me. I guess believing me mustâve been easier, because finally she said, âYou can always talk to me, Trent.â And I agreed with that, because, duh, I wasnât about to say anything otherwise. And then, thank goodness, Mom turned on the game.
The Dodgers beat the Padres, 5 to 4, so I guess the day wasnât a total loss.
FIVE
Am I going to like the kid I meet today?â Thatâs what Mr. Gorman asked me as I walked into the gym on Tuesday morning. He was standing in the doorway, holding his clipboard, like he was waiting for me or something.
âI donât know,â I told him. âAre you?â
And I walked straight up to the bleachersâdidnât even bother to go to the locker room and change into my gym clothesâand I sat.
âTrent?â he asked me. âYou planning on participating today?â
âCanât,â I said. âI twisted my arm helping my mom move furniture last night.â And I made a big show of rubbing my arm, my right one. âI forgot my note. Iâll bring it tomorrow.â
Mr. Gorman frowned at me, but what else was he going to do? He couldnât exactly pick me up and force me to play basketball. So he just sort of made an â
Mm-hmm
â noise in his throat, and checked something off on his clipboard. Probably the box that said I was a screw-up.
I spent the whole period watching other kids play basketball, which is not nearly as fun as it sounds.
I spent all of lunch in the bathroom again, which is even less fun than it sounds.
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âAm I going to like the kid I meet today?â Mr. Gorman asked me on Wednesday. Still standing at the door. Still holding his clipboard.
âI donât know,â I told him. âDepends if you like kids who canât play basketball because of their horrible colds.â I fake-sneezed. I think a little got on Mr. Gorman, which was an added bonus. âIâll bring my note tomorrow!â I said as I made my way up the bleachers.
Mr. Gorman made a check on his clipboard.
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By the time lunch on Wednesday rolled around, I was getting pretty sick of the bathroom. So, even though I really didnât want to, I went to the cafeteria. Bought myself lunch. Sat down at a completely empty table in the corner.
Guess who decided to sit down next to me.
âTrent!â
I tried to make myself look so large that I took up the whole table, but Fallon found room anyway.
âHey,â she told me. âYouâre here.â
âYeah.â I held up my tuna sandwich to show her. âItâs lunch.â
âBut you werenât in the cafeteria yesterday,â she said. âOr Monday, either.â
I just shrugged. No way I was going to tell her Iâd been hanging out in the bathroom.
âWell, Iâm glad youâre here now.â She opened
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