I walked quickly to school, keeping my eyes peeled for Kristy, Claudia, or Stacey. But I didn't see them. A horrible thought occurred to me: Maybe they'd all made up, and I was the only one they were still mad at. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I entered school.

The very first person I saw was Kristy! She was not with Claudia and Stacey, so I began to feel a bit better.

I waved to her.

Kristy looked right at me. I'm sure she did. She saw me wave.

But she tossed her head in the air, turned

around, and flounced down the hall. I followed her, since my homeroom is next to hers, but I tried to keep a safe distance between us.

As I neared my homeroom, I spotted Claudia coming down the hall toward Kristy and me.

"Hey, Kristy!" Claudia called.

Oh, no, I thought. They have made up.

But Kristy ignored Claudia.

"Kristy," Claudia said again.

"Are you talking to me?" Kristy asked icily. "Or to some other job-hog?"

Claudia's face clouded over. "No, you're the only job-hog I see at the moment."

"Then get a mirror," snapped Kristy.

Claudia looked as if she was preparing some sort of nasty retort, but before she could think of a really good one, Kristy walked into her homeroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

I wondered whether it was safe to approach Claudia. After all, she had wanted to make up with Kristy. But just then, the bell rang.

Claudia disappeared into her homeroom; I disappeared into mine.

The morning passed slowly. I couldn't concentrate. In my head, I wrote notes of apology to my friends. I realized that I must still be mad at them, though, because some of the notes weren't very nice:

Dear Stacey,

I'm really, really sorry you called me a shy, little baby. I hope you're sorry, too. . . .