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past the other students and found the teacher’s desk.
    Was this guy a teacher? He hardly looked old enough, in slightly wrinkled chinos, a more-than-slightly-wrinkled blue oxford shirt and an adorable but crooked paisley tie.
    “Daisy Bellamy,” she said, handing over the new-student folder the attendance clerk had given her.
    “Anthony Romano,” said the teacher, standing up and favoring her with a warm smile. “Welcome to Avalon High.” He had a kind of puppylike charm, with those big brown eyes and that eager-to-please attitude. “You want me to introduce you to the class?”
    At least he had the consideration to ask. And he seemed so chipper, she hated to burst his bubble.
    She nodded—might as well get this over with—and turned to face the busy, noisy classroom.
    “Hey, listen up,” said Mr. Romano in a surprisingly authoritative voice. He punctuated the imperative by knocking on the blackboard. “We have a new student today.”
    The words new student worked like magic. Every pair of eyes in the room turned toward Daisy.
    She just pretended she was in yet another school play. She’d been into drama since playing a Christmas-pageant cherub at age four, right up to playing Auntie Mame in last year’s spring musical. She simply treated the homeroom class like an audience, offering a hostess’s smile.
    “This is Daisy Bellamy. Please make her feel welcome and show her around, okay?”
    “Bellamy like the Camp Kioga Bellamys?” someone asked.
    Daisy was surprised that the name Bellamy actually meant something around here. Back in the city, you had to be a Rockefeller or carry the name of a clothing label or hotel chain in order for kids to think you were anything special. She nodded. “My grandparents.”
    The name Kioga conjured images of the family property high in the mountains outside of town that had once been famous as the summer watering hole of well-heeled New Yorkers. The camp had closed down a long time ago, but it still belonged to the family. Daisy had only been there once, last summer.
    She’d worked for her cousin Olivia, renovating the place for their grandparents’ fiftieth anniversary celebration.
    “Daisy, why don’t you take a seat right here, between Sonnet and Zach.” Mr. Romano indicated a right-armed desk between a boy with light blond hair and an African-American girl who had supermodel cheekbones and a wicked manicure.
    “Thank God,” Sonnet said. “Now I don’t have to look at him.”
    “Hey,” Mr. Romano warned.
    “Whatever,” Sonnet said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms.
    Daisy expected the teacher to eject her—that would have been the procedure at her old school—
    but instead, he turned his back on her and went to write some reminders on the chalkboard.
    “Kolache?” asked the kid named Zach.
    Daisy realized he was speaking to her and holding out a golden-brown pastry on a napkin. Its fresh, sweet smell made her slightly nauseous. “Oh, that’s okay,” she said, taken aback. “I’ve already had breakfast.”
    “Thanks.” Sonnet reached across the desk and snatched it out of Zach’s hand.
    “Oink, oink,” said Zach.
    “It speaks.” Sonnet nibbled at the pastry. “Maybe it can do some other tricks.”
    “I’m working on making you disappear,” Zach said.
    Daisy felt as though she was at a Ping-Pong match, watching them trade insults back and forth.
    She cleared her throat.
    “I work at the Sky River Bakery,” Zach said conversationally. “Early shift. So every morning for fresh pastries, I’m your man.”
    “We’ve all got to be good at something,” Sonnet said with a pitying glance in his direction.
    “Yeah,” he said. “I’m good at making them and Sonnet is good at eating them, as you can tell by the size of that ass.”
    “All right,” Daisy said suddenly, understanding why the teacher had placed her between these two.
    “Do we kill him now or wait until the bell rings?”
    Sonnet shrugged. “The sooner, the