âCan I have it?â
He wrinkles his brow. I guess he doesnât know what to do when girls ask for stuff, either.
âUm . . . sure?â he says. He wiggles it off and gives it to her.
âAw,â Elizabeth says. âYou should have given it to me!â
âOr me,â Lexie says. âBut, I mean, never mind, because itâs ugly. No offense.â
Everyone starts jibber-jabbering.
Elizabeth says that saying âno offenseâ is rude, and Breezie agrees.
Chase tells everyone about his rubber bracelets. âI pretty much collect them,â he says. âThey all say different things, and the reason Iâm not wearing them is because they get in the way when I try to write. But boys
are
allowed to wear that kind of bracelet.â
Of course they are
, I think, as Silas talks on top of Chase about his own rubber bracelet collection. Boys are allowed to wear any kind of bracelet they want to. Most just donât.
Hannah brings up her gymnastics class. She says that in gymnastics, jewelry isnât allowed, period. Natalia tells everyone that she just started piano lessons and that piano is harder than gymnastics.
Maybe it is or maybe it isnât, I think, but what happened to talking about Fernando? What happened to the Great Bird Capturing story Joseph and I were going to act out?
Oh well. Things change.
I realize Iâm okay with it, which makes me feel grown up.
Mrs. Webber comes in and tells us all to settle down. Nobody listens. She tells us itâs time for morning meeting. Nobody listens. She does the
clap-clap clap-clap-clap
rhythm that weâre supposed to clap back at her, and Joseph and I look at each other, but since no one claps back, we donât, either.
âI donât want to smell your shoe, Taylor,â John says. âIf you ask me again, Iâm going to give you a wedgie. I mean it.â
Taylor gestures at his privates, which he shouldnât do, and says, âHey! Leave my pee-pee out of this!â
I wander toward the front of the room, because I canât not listen to Mrs. Webber for very long. If I do, my stomach will start to hurt. Plus sheâs heading for the light switch, and I know what happens after the light is turned off and on.
I sit on the floor and think about Fernando. I hope Samâs helping him feel better.
I think about all the pets I tried to get for Baby Maggie, even though she didnât want any of them. I make a list of them in my head:
A monkey, a fly, a puppy. A hyena and a platypus. A snake (like Lester), and a ferret and a hedgehog and a jackalope. An armadillo and a camel. Also a mouse, a koala bear, and a rabbit.
Wowzers. That is a lot of pets. If I had all of those pets, Iâd have to build them a pet condominium, with different size rooms and places to eat and drink, andâhaâan emergency exit just in case. Maybe the ferret would escape. Maybe the ferret would dash into Sandraâs room and hide in her fluffy Ugg boots, and she would never know it until she put her boots on and it bit her toe.
Joseph sits down next to me. We smile.
Mrs. Webber blinks the lights off and on. When that doesnât work, she threatens to get out the egg timer, and one by one the other kids come and sit down, too. I look at them, and it occurs to me that I do like them. Even though sometimes theyâre annoying.
I look at Joseph, whoâs saying âoh, coolâ as Chase describes his rubber bracelets some more. I look at Elizabeth, whoâs tugging a scowly faced Lexie to the front of the room. I look at Breezie, whoâs wearing Josephâs rubber bracelet. The bracelet doesnât seem very Breezie-ish, not with her pretty hair and her pretty dress. But maybe she doesnât always want to be Breezie-ish?
Taylor is still talking about his pee-pee. Mrs. Webber strides to her desk, grabs the egg timer, and goes up behind him. She puts her hands on his shoulders and steers