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answer.
    â€œDid you look really well?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAre you sure?”
    â€œNo.”
    Mrs. Spangle sighs at me then. “Go look. Natalie, can you help her? I know you’re very organized about these kinds of things.” Natalie stands up and walks with me to the cubbies. We take every single item out of my cubby, and guess what? Still no cookbook.
    â€œIt’s not here!” I call across the room.
    â€œWhose cubbies are on either side of yours?” Mrs. Spangle asks.
    â€œJulia’s and Anya’s,” I answer.
    â€œJulia and Anya, do me a favor and go look around your cubbies and see if you find Mandy’s cookbook,” Mrs. Spangle tells them. “Sometimes things wander into the wrong cubby by accident.”
    Julia and Anya join Natalie and me in thecubbies, and they root through their things. Anya pulls her book bag and jacket out of her cubby, and then both of us stand as still as statues and stare.
    We stare at the cookbook that is lying upside down at the bottom of her cubby.
    My cookbook.
    â€œHow’d that get in there?” Anya whispers to me.
    â€œI don’t know,” I say. “Maybe I put it in the wrong cubby?” Anya reaches down and picks up the book, and she tries to give it to me quickly before Mrs. Spangle can see.
    â€œWhat’s that you have there, Anya?” Mrs. Spangle asks.
    â€œWe found it,” she calls back. “It was in my cubby by mistake.”
    â€œOh, it was, was it?” Mrs. Spangle says. “I think that means you have something to say to Dennis, doesn’t it, Mandy?”
    I stare back at Mrs. Spangle but do not say oneword. Instead, I stuff the cookbook into my own book bag and make sure that it is safely put away before returning to my seat.
    â€œWe’re waiting,”Mrs. Spangle says to me. “What do you say to Dennis for accusing him of stealing your book?”
    â€œSorry,” I answer, though I do not really mean it. After all, it is not like Dennis hasn’t stolen any of my things before. Just because he didn’t take this one thing shouldn’t mean I have to apologize for it.
    â€œYou know, you two are more alike than you want to realize,” Mrs. Spangle tells us. “If you would just try to get along, I bet you might actually like each other. Now, Mandy, help Dennis pick up all of the things you dumped out of his desk while I put your initials on the board. And, Dennis, this is a good opportunity for you to clean up the trash that you’re keeping in there, don’t you think?”
    Mrs. Spangle walks away, and I kneel next to Dennis’s desk and start lifting all of his gross things off of the floor.
    â€œSee what you get for being a tattletale, Polka Dot?” Dennis whispers to me, and I roll my eyes up to the ceiling at him.
    Even though a small part of me knows that Dennis is right. Because tattletales never win.

CHAPTER 10
Paige Times Two

    AS SOON AS I GET home from school, I throw my book bag onto the couch, unzip the zipper, remove the cookbook, and yell, “PAIGE!”
    â€œI’m up here,” Paige calls from the top of the stairs. I run over to the bottom so I can face her.
    â€œCome on,” I say. “I got the cookbook back. If we work really fast, I bet we can make three more things before Grandmom comes for dinner.”
    â€œFabulous,” Paige says, and she bounds downthe stairs and follows me into the kitchen. I whip open the book, and we stare at the table of contents.
    â€œWe should probably see what ingredients we have first, right?” Paige asks. “So we know what we can make?”
    â€œNah. If we don’t have it, we’ll just use something else. That’s what I did with my pizzas. I used ketchup instead of tomato sauce, and it was the best pizza I ever had.”
    â€œOoh, how about these?” Paige points to a picture in the book. “Sandwiches with chocolate-hazelnut