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doomed.” He reels in his line and packs everything onto the sled.
    â€œMaybe not as doomed as you think,” I say as we start back toward shore.
    â€œWhat’s that supposed to mean?” Drew says.
    â€œNothing,” I say. The sled scrapes along the frozen snow. Everything’s sparkling in the moonlight. “Nothing at all.”

Chapter 7
    Flying Colors
    School drags by on Monday.
    I walk by Roberto Sullivan in the hall. He’s guarding his flour baby from his friend Josh, who keeps trying to poke it with a sharp number two pencil. Roberto still doesn’t know I exist. I hope Drew’s wish goes better than this one did.
    We have a quiz in math. We work on our self-portraits in art class and play badminton in gym. All we do in Spanish is work on our town drawings. We had to label all the places in Spanish—escuela for school, biblioteca for the library, panadería for the bakery. That took about two minutes, so now everybody’s shading in rivers and lawns.
    Catherine comes up to my desk before science class starts. She’s reclaimed her seat from Bobby O’Sullivan. He’s over by the window now, too far away to pass notes, but he still stares at me from across the room. “Hey, are yougoing to do science fair this year?” Catherine says, balancing her flour baby on her hip. “And do you want to work together?”
    â€œSure!” Then I think about Dasha. I hope she’ll pass her test and be in our science class soon enough to do the fair. “How many can we have in a group?”
    â€œMrs. Racette said three or four. Maybe Dasha would want to be in our group too? You guys will be moving up to Novice soon, so we could meet at my house on Sunday afternoons before dance.”
    â€œPerfect. Drew might be able to help too.” Even though Drew said he wasn’t doing it, I’m hoping he’ll change his mind. “Got any ideas for projects?”
    â€œI’ve been looking online,” Catherine says. “Maybe something with bacteria?”
    â€œMaybe.” That sounds cool, but bacteria have a pretty high yuck factor. If I’m not careful, I could end up being known as the “Germinator” or worse. “Let’s keep thinking.”
    When the bell rings, I look for Dasha in the halls, but then I remember she had that language testing today. It always takes a whole morning.
    On the way to social studies, I see Leah in the hall with some other eighth graders. It’s weird—I must have walked past her a hundred times in this hallway without noticing. Seventh and eighth graders don’t mix much. ButLeah’s more interesting now that I know what an incredible dancer she is. She sees me looking at her, and I’m afraid that’s weird, but she smiles and gives a little wave. I wave back and hurry to class.
    We’re coloring Thirteen Colonies maps today—red for southern, green for middle, and blue for New England. When I drop my green pencil, Bobby O’Sullivan swoops in and grabs it for me before it even hits the ground.
    Finally, class ends, and I find Dasha by our lockers. She gives me a thumbs-up.
    â€œYou passed?” I call, even though I knew the fish would take care of things.
    â€œI pass with . . . how did she say it? Flying colors? But I did not use colored pencil. Just regular one.”
    I laugh. Figures of speech are tough when you’re learning English. “The phrase ‘flying colors’ isn’t really about colors,” I tell Dasha. “It means you did well, and that’s awesome! Now you’ll be in more classes with Catherine and me at school
and
at Irish dance!” Which reminds me, “We have to leave for the feis early Saturday morning, okay?”
    Dasha nods and does a few jig steps down the hall. I fall into step next to her. Irish dancing in sneakers isn’t the same, but it’s better than not dancing at all.
    When the