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Things that make me sick:
Chloe tensed. She slammed the cover on her mental journal and filed the last entry in her head under To be continued. "Later, if ever," she muttered.
"Hi, Chloe. Sorry I'm late. Mr. Keifer had a line of people waiting to talk to him, and I just had to get help with my biology assignment." Muriel Blevins plunked down her books and slid into the chair next to Chloe.
Chloe swallowed the soggy shred of lettuce that was gnashed between her teeth. She said to Muriel, "Since when do you need help with biology? You could probably give him a lesson on biomedical nuclear physics." She stabbed at a sunflower seed on her plate and added, "In your sleep."
Muriel sighed wistfully. She draped herself forward over her stack of books.
Oh no, Chloe groaned to herself. Not again. "Muriel, Mr. Keifer is ancient. I mean, he has to be fifty. Plus, he's bald and fat and probably married with kids our age. Twice our age."
"I don't care," Muriel said. "He's brilliant. We connected in class today, if you know what I mean. When our eyes met across the room, I sensed our brain waves modulating in sync."
"Oh, Mur. You're just having another out-of-mind experience."
She turned and scowled at Chloe. "What do you mean 'another?"'
Chloe widened her eyes at Muriel. "Remember Dr. Langstrom? As I vaguely recall, you were planning to quit school to become a TibetanSherpa so you could go with him on his yearly expeditions to Mount Everest."
Muriel shrugged. "I would have too, if it weren't for my acrophobia."
"You should've remembered you were afraid of heights before you prepackaged a hundred pounds of trail mix. And what about Mr. Holly, that math teacher you had last semester? You thought he was Jay Leno every time he said, 'So, Muriel. What's your sign? Plus or minus? Heh heh.' " Chloe faked a gag.
"That was different. A childish infatuation. I was impressionable back then." Muriel picked up her can of guava juice, shook it, and peeled back the foil seal.
Watching Muriel guzzle down her guava, Chloe shook her head. "I'm glad Mr. Keifer gets your adrenalin going, kid," she said. "Now, we'd better get to work. Did you bring the flyers?"
With her free hand, Muriel slipped her notebook out from under her books. She flipped it open and handed a stack of pink pages to Chloe.
Chloe read the top sheet. "These look terrific, Mur."
Muriel finished her juice and set down the can. "You really think so?" She beamed at Chloe, "I'm not much of an artist. I didn't know if my computer graphics resembled the Brazilian macaw or not."
Is that what this is? Chloe studied the drawing more closely. She thought it was just a finger with a wart on it pointing to the text. Oh well, it was good of Muriel to volunteer to make the flyers. Believers were hard to find.
She scootched back her chair, stood up, and walked around the conference table, where the two of them had been lunching under their new club's banner. "Save the exotic birds of the world," Chloe called out in her commanding contralto. She thrust a flyer at a passing student, a girl she'd never seen before. "Halt the sale of ex otic birds. Boycott all stores that sell birds of any kind."
The girl took the flyer, clucked in disgust, and dumped it in the trash with her lunch.
Undeterred, Chloe pressed a handful of flyers into a passing group of students. "Save our birds from the cruelty of black marketeers."
"What is this crap?" A hulking guy in sweatpants and a muscle shirt paused in front of the table. Squinting over Chloe's shoulder to read the banner behind her, he asked, "What's ARC?"
"Animal Rights Crusaders," Chloe explained. "We're working to protect and preserve the animal life on our planet."
"You mean like us?" He motioned to the group of guys who were clustering around him. "Us party animals?" They howled like hyenas. "And who are you supposed to be? Noah? Get it? Noah's arc?" He elbowed the guy next to him, who snorted.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. She punched a fist into her waist and said, "For your information, bucko, there are creatures on this earth who are suffering. Helpless creatures, sick and dying all because of human exploitation-"
"Who cares?" He crumpled the flyer and tossed it over Chloe's head.
Chloe felt the hot mercury rising up the thermometer of her neck.
The guy turned to his buddies and Rapped his arms. "Arc, are," he crowed. He swooped down with a claw finger and grabbed the beret off her head.
"Give it back!" Chloe's raspy voice rose to a shriek.
He took off across the cafeteria. Chloe charged after him.
"Chloe, forget it." Muriel caught up with her at the door. "Let him go. You have plenty of hats. Anyway, he's just a dumb jock and you know what they're like. Vapor between the ears." She demonstrated with puffed-out cheeks. "Plus, I think we've attracted enough attention." Muriel motioned with her chin to the growing, snickering crowd near the table.
Chloe flipped open her mental journal. Things I hate, number four, she etched in indelible think. Jock Neanderthals.
"This yours?" Chloe heard a deep voice behind her. She whirled. Her red felt beret dangled from the index finger of a hand. Instinctively her eyes traveled up the attached arm. She gulped. It wasn't just an arm. It was his arm. His deeply...
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