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listening at that point, because an idea landed right in her lap. She hung up the phone and took a piece of paper out of her backpack. “We need to write a letter from Oliver Piff to Loretta.”
    â€œWho’s Oliver Piff?”
    â€œThe guy who plays Noah Wycroft on TV,” explained Fiona.
    â€œWho’s Noah Wycroft?” Milo said.
    â€œThe guy Loretta likes.”
    â€œShe does? Since when?”
    â€œSince I don’t know,” said Fiona. “She talks about him sometimes.”
    â€œWhen does she talk about him?” asked Milo, eyes narrow.
    â€œMilo,” Fiona said, waving her hand in front of his face, “that’s not important.” She held up the piece of paper. “The letter, remember?”
    Milo nodded. “What kind of letter are we going to write?”
    â€œAn L-O-V-E letter,” said Fiona.
    â€œNo, a D.O.O.M. letter,” he said, smiling.

• Chapter 13 •

    M aybe it was the two extra thick strawberry milkshakes, but after she got home Fiona felt heavy. And lost. Like the time she wandered around forever in the corn maze at Crumland Farm and had to throw her shoe up in the air to let them know she needed to be rescued. Every turn she made was a wrong one, getting her farther away from where she wanted to be.
    But where was that exactly? And if being president didn’t get you there, then what in theworld did? When would she get to be extraordinary?
    Fiona plopped on the couch and pulled off her shoes. Questions filled her brain like buttons in a jar. The biggest of them all was sitting right on top: Why didn’t she start a meteorology club back when Principal Sterling asked her to? She turned that button over and over again in her head.
    She tossed her shoe into the air and caught it. The answer came to her then like it had been there all the time: “I don’t want to be club president,” she said out loud. And as soon as she said it, things seemed to be a little less outer spacey.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” asked Max.
    â€œI’m rescuing myself.” She threw her shoe again.
    Max took off his flipper and tossed it into the air. It landed behind him.
    â€œHere, catch,” she said, throwing his flipper like a Frisbee across the room. Max dove for it andalmost caught it before tripping on the rug. “You okay?”
    He grabbed the flipper and threw it back to her, laughing.
    She caught it and hugged it to her chest.
    â€œAre you going to give me away to Cleo anymore?” he asked.
    â€œNo,” Fiona said. “I guess you’re stuck with me.”
    â€œGood. Like lima beans and corn?” said Max.
    â€œLike lima beans and corn,” she said, smiling. And then she remembered. “Loretta!”
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    Fiona waited for Milo in front of school the next morning. As soon as he rode up on his bike, she bolted at him, almost knocking him down. “Where’s the letter?”
    â€œHey there, President,” he said.
    â€œThe letter!” she said. “You have to give me Loretta’s letter!”
    â€œI can’t.”
    â€œYes, you can,” she said. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to be a breaker-upper.”
    â€œToo late,” he said, smiling. “Mission accomplished.”
    â€œWhat does that mean?” asked Fiona.
    â€œI rode by Loretta’s house on the way to school and put the letter in her mailbox.”
    â€œYou did what? How did you even know how to get to her house?” Fiona scratched her head.
    â€œI got directions on the Internet,” he said.
    â€œAhhh!” Fiona rubbed her eyes.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” he said. “I typed it up on the computer like you told me and then I delivered it. Hey, where’s your D.O.O.M. ring?”
    â€œHere,” said Fiona. She pulled the plastic ring out of her pocket and handed it to him. “I quit.”

• Chapter 14 •

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