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Show Fair Forever 145 I look outside. The rain is running off the roof in sheets and columns, pooling in the parking lot in deep puddles. "Pretty bad," I agree. Clark slides closer.. "I heard you were having a birthday party," he says, his voice breaking in mid-sentence. My mouth drops .open at the question. "Who said I was having a party?" I ask impatiently. "My mom. I think she talked with your mom about it." I take.a deep breath and stand, looking for an easy escape. "Your mom's wrong," I say. "Sorry," "You're not having a party?" "No party!" I confirm. Suddenly my stomach sinks and I quiet my voice. "Do you know if my mom asked anyone else?" I dread the answer. Clark can tell I'm annoyed. "Uh... maybe!" "Who, Clark? Who else has she talked to?" "My little sister . . ." I feel like I need to sit down. "Who else?" "Some girl, I,think. Katie somebody." I place my hand on my forehead and let out a moan. "Katie Lindstrom?" "Yeah./Maybe." I lean back against the wall, shaking my head. I feel like I've been ambushed. "So you're not having a birthday party?" Clark asks sadly. "Noparty," I groan. |
