Chapter 71

Bryce and I moved to the hall outside Cammy’s English classroom and ate. Every few minutes Bryce peeked inside.

“She’s pulling at her hair,” he said. “It’s a wonder she’s not bald.”

Finally we heard Cammy’s heels clacking on the floor, and Bryce clicked on his recorder. She wore a short skirt and carried a bright red purse over one shoulder. She looked really pretty.

“Hey, Cammy,” I said as she closed the door behind her, “how’d your test go?”

She glanced our way as if we were termites and kept walking.

“We just talked with Tracy about the story you two made up.”

Cammy stopped dead in her tracks and stared. She suddenly had that ugly stepsister look, like an animal backed into a corner. When she opened her mouth, I imagined I could see fangs. “What did she say?”

“That it was the truth,” I said.

Cammy gritted her teeth and hurried down the hall.

Bryce switched off his recorder. “Strike two.”