“Do you think I should wear a dog collar?” I asked, only half seriously, as we headed back through the archway and into the school’s side entrance where the vending machines were.
“It does have its advantages,” Spinky said. “Nobody knows what to make of you, which gives you just enough time to figure out what to make of
them
. Watch it work on our new roomie.”
“I will,” I said, laughing, though the thought of having a brand-new person living with me and Spinky was a little vexing.
Spinky Spanger and I went off to collect Twinkies and present ourselves to Dannika Sorenson, whose classroom fainting and infectious mono had mutated into a circus sideshow of rumors and theories.
Dannika would either like me or she wouldn’t. All I had to offer her was myself—one fairly ordinary girl with a few special talents, and an already famous gift for variations, one who had been an actress, and the butt of a joke, and even kind of a criminal. Call it what you will, it was anything but boring.
Turns out I had some moxie after all.