AWESOME AND ANONYMOUS

The rest of the school day was cray-cray-crazy. My whole BNICE thing started spreading faster than a fire in a match factory.

Every time I went by the library, people were looking at those pictures of mine on Art-Gunk.com. And I went by the library a lot. I’ve never gotten so many hall passes in my life.

I could hear people talking about it everywhere too. More than any of my other SAM stuff. One girl had even printed out a picture and taped it on the front of her folder. Which was like free advertising.

Which was awesome. I had definitely made a statement with my art, like Ms. Donatello said I should. It wasn’t like anything I’d done for Operation: S.A.M., which was kind of the point. I wondered if she’d seen any of this yet. And I wondered what she thought.

She’d probably like it, I figured. She might even have been proud of me. Maybe I’d get an A+.

You know… if I could ever figure out a way to tell her I’d done it.