I don't get it.
Lately, Elizabeth wants to hang out with me 24/7. Not that I mind - she is my twin and my best friend, after all.
But it's starting to get WEIRD.
The other day she even asked if I wanted to wear MATCHING outfits to school. I mean, we haven't done that since we were in fifth grade . . .
What's going on?

"Why don't you hang out on Eyeball Alley with us tomorrow?" Lacey said.
I stared at her. Eyeball Alley is a hall in the back of the junior high with benches along the sides. The popular people sit on the benches and watch everyone else go by. I couldn't believe Lacey was actually inviting me to join her there - to be one of the people who sat on the sides.
"I'd - I'd like that alot," I said finally.
Lacey smiled and popped the fry into her mouth. "It's really fun," she said. "This morning some girl showed up wearing white pants and a white jacket. Can you believe that? So Justin said, 'Hey, it's the Good Humor man! Ding! Ding!' and everyone else yelled, 'Ding! Ding1' and the girl ran into the bathroom to hide. It was so funny."
I laughed, even though the story didn't sound that funny to me. It sounded . . . well, it sounded kind of mean to me. But maybe you had to be there to get the humor. Besides, all the most popular kids sat on Eyeball Alley. And I wanted to be popular.
"I'll be there," I promised.

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