June 14, 2012. Last day of 6th grade. Exactly 26 seconds befor the final bell rings and North America experiences its biggest stampede since midnight on Black Friday.
In class, my friend Sandy leans over, almost falling out of her chair. "Coco Puff. Crisis!"
I roll my eyes at my involuntary nickname. "Colette. Say it with me: Co-lette."
Sandy drums her fingers impatiently. "Whatever. Don't you wanna know what the problem is?"
"Yes?" I prompt her.
She smiles brightly. "Glad you asked. So you know how I, like, want to get, like, everyone to sign my yearbook?"
"Mmhm," I say, only half listening to her rambling.
"Yeah. Ok. Good. So like, you know Marcus?" she asks, blushing bright red at the thought of her One True Love. Well, maybe her 50th One True Love. Sandy's the biggest romantic I've ever had the misfortune to meet. She's smart, though, and very loyal. "Well I really, really, really, really, really want him to, you know, like, sign my yearbook, but I'm too scared. What if I mumble. Or trip on my toes. Or step on his foot-"
"Or run over his grandmother," I mutter.
"Yeah. And what if he hates me forever? Ohmigod! What'll I do?"
I sigh tiredly. "Just ask him and be done with-"
I'm cut off by a crash as Sandy, who's leaned a tad bit too far out, lets out a yelp and falls in a heap in front of me.
All heads turn towards us, but not for long since right than, the bell rings and everyne bolts.
My other friend Alex jumps up on a desk, lets out a hoot, and hops toward the door, almost knocking over our teacher Mr. Scheib.
The only people left in the room are Sandy, who's still tangled up in her chair, and me.
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De TodoColette Tatum is a 7th grader at Western Middle School. With a creepy teacher and a 10 page essay haunting her dreams, it won't be long before she turns absolutely crazy.
