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198 pages, Hardcover
First published April 14, 2003
“And another time I dreamed about a kid from my elementary school, this girl named Cookie Churchill. She was, like, luring me farther into the parking lot.”
“Cookie?” Ariel said.
“Yeah. We used to be friends, sort of, but sometimes she’d be mean to me, too. Like if I got upset about something, she’d say, ‘What’s your prob, little snob?’ And one time she told the whole class my toenails were gross.”
“So why’d you hang out with her?”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t.” I shrugged. “I guess I still liked her, even though she made me feel like crap.”
Ariel looked at me in an odd way.
“What?” I said.
“You heard what you just said, right?” She waited, then raised her eyebrows. “You still liked her, even though she made you feel like crap?”
“Yeah, well, I was in third grade. Give me a break.”
“That’s not what I mean,” she said. “Cookie doesn’t remind you of anyone? Someone who isn’t in third grade?”
“Ariel, I have no idea what you’re—” I stopped. Blood rushed to my face.
“Oh. Oh, God, I didn’t think about it like that.”
“In your dream it was Cookie, but I bet it was really Kate.”
“Wow, that is so weird,” I said. I thought about it for a second. “But yeah, they both treated me the same, didn’t they? That kind of freaks me out.”

