"Sorry you weren't feeling well on Halloween. I kept looking for Boba Fett in the
hallways."
"Yeah, I was sick."
"Did you have that stomach bug?"
"Yeah, I guess."
He opened a book
and started to read, which was kind of rude.
"I'm so excited about the Egyptian Museum project," I said.
"Aren't you?" He shook his head, his mouth full of food. I actually looked away
because between the way he was chewing, which almost seemed like he was being
gross on purpose, and the way his eyes
were just kind of closed down, I was getting a
really bad vibe from him.
"What project did you get?" I asked.
He shrugged, pulled out a little scrap of paper from his jeans pocket, and flicked it
across the table to me.
Everyone in the grade got assigned an Egyptian artifact to
work on for Egyptian
Museum Day, which was in December. The teachers wrote all the assignments down
on tiny scraps of paper, which they put into a fishbowl, and then all us
kids in the grade
took turns picking the papers out of the fishbowl in assembly.
So I unfolded Auggie's little slip of paper.
"Oh, cool!" I said, maybe a little overexcited because I was trying to get him psyched
up. "You got the Step Pyramid of Sakkara!"
"I know!" he said.
"I got Anubis, the god of the afterlife."
"The one with the dog head?"
"It's actually a jackal head," I corrected him. "Hey, you want
to start working on our
projects together after school? You could come over to my house."
He put his sandwich down and leaned back in his chair. I can't even describe the look
he was giving me.
"You know, Summer," he said. "You don't have to do this."
"What are you talking about?"
"You don't have to be friends with me. I know Mr. Tushman talked to you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You don't have to pretend, is all I'm saying. I know Mr. Tushman talked to some kids
before school started and told them they had to be friends with me."
"He did not talk to me, August."
"Yeah, he did."
"No, he did not."
"Yeah, he did."
"No he didn't!! I swear on my life!" I put my hands up in the air so he could see I wasn't
crossing my fingers. He immediately looked down at my feet, so I shook off my UGGs
so he could see my toes weren't crossed.
"You're wearing tights," he said accusingly.
"You can see my toes are flat!" I yelled.
"Okay, you don't have to scream."
"I don't like being accused of things, okay?"
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"You should be."
"He really didn't talk to you?"
"Auggie!" "Okay, okay, I'm really sorry."
I would have stayed mad at him longer, but then he told me about something bad that
had happened to him on Halloween and I couldn't stay mad at him anymore.
Basically,
he heard Jack bad-mouthing him and saying really horrible things behind his back. It
kind of explained his attitude, and now I knew why he'd been out "sick."
"Promise you won't tell anyone," he said.
"I won't." I nodded.
"Promise you won't ever be mean like that to me again?"
"Promise," he said, and we pinky swore.
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