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know what was so special about it—they all looked the same to me. But she
had
to have it. We went outside, and I watched Sea climb to the top of the tree and snatch the leaf from its branch. And then proceed to
freak out
. Her face went pale and she hugged the branch closest to her. At first I giggled because she looked so darn funny up there. But soon I realized she wasn’t playing and wouldn’t be coming down on her own.
    I didn’t know what to do, so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I climbed up there after her.
    â€œSea, come on,” I said when I reached her. “I’m right behind you. Start making your way back down.”
    â€œNo! I can’t move. We’re too high,” she said.
    â€œSea, you’ve got to move. We can’t live in this tree forever. Well, if we were squirrels we could. But eventhen we’d have to climb down for nuts. Unless you made me do the nut gathering. Though I don’t want that kind of living situation where I’m the one doing all the work. It wouldn’t be fair.”
    â€œTori!” Sea yelled in a shaky voice. “Don’t make me laugh. I’ll lose my grip.”
    â€œWell, don’t go and do that. I’m underneath you and you’ll squash me,” I said.
    â€œTori!” Sea let out a small giggle.
    I reached my hand up over my head. “Come on. Grab my hand. You know I have the grip of an orangutan so I’m not going to fall. I’ll help you down.”
    Sea considered this and then nodded. “Okay, but don’t let go.” She peeled her left hand away from the branch and reached down. I grabbed it.
    We proceeded down the tree. It was
really
difficult considering her position right over my head, but I never let go of her hand and we didn’t fall. And once we were on the ground, Sea swore she was never climbing another tree for as long as she lived.
    â€œTori!” a giddy voice squeals.
    I turn around, startled. “Hey, Daphne.” I break into a big smile.
    â€œAre you coming in? Your mom is in the living room talking to my mom. You were just standing out here, staring at my tree.”
    I shrug and follow her inside. “Yeah, I like trees.”
    Ten minutes later I’m sitting cross-legged on Daphne’s pink bedspread in her bedroom. Giggling. It’s funny how comfortable I am here with them when only last year they never would have talked to me.
    â€œOh, you loved it!” Bella says, playfully slapping Daphne’s shoulder.
    â€œI did not,” Daphne says, indignant. Then suddenly she breaks out in a grin. “Okay, you’re right. I loved it!” The three of us are laughing now. “You would too, though! Don’t lie!”
    â€œDuh,” Bella returns. She’s referring to earlier today when Joshua Neville tripped in the library and landed right in Daphne’s lap. Joshua is an eighth-grade foreign exchange student with a fantastic French accent. Most of the girls think he’s cute, but he just keeps to himself. I don’t think his English is all that great.
    â€œSo how are we going to expose Wittler?” Daphne asks, getting down to business.
    â€œWe could wait until the next time she’s drunk in class, ask for a hall pass to the bathroom, and go get the principal,” I say. “Then she could see for herself.”
    Bella shakes her head. “Nope. I don’t want anyone finding out we snitched.”
    â€œBut they won’t,” I protest.
    â€œBella’s right,” Daphne agrees. “People will put twoand two together and know it was whoever left the room last. No, we have to give Principal Brown proof but without her knowing it comes from us.”
    â€œLike an anonymous letter?”
    â€œYeah,” Daphne says. “But not a letter. She might not believe a letter. We have to give her good, solid proof.”
    I cross my arms and think. “If only we could figure out