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“BRANDON!! There you are!! OMG! I’ve been 
looking for you everywhere!”
MacKenzie barged over and lunged straight 
for Brandon like an NFL linebacker trying to 
recover a fumbled ball.
“As the official school photographer, you 
need to take a picture of ME posing with MY 
Fab-4-Ever fashion illustrations. They’re about 
to take down my display!”
Then she just stood there smiling at 
Brandon all GOOGLY-EYED, twirling her hair 
around her finger. Which was obviously a 
DESPERATE attempt to HYPNOTIZE him into 
doing her EVIL bidding.
“Brandon, please hurry! Before it’s too late!” 
she whined breathlessly while glaring at me 
in total disgust like I was this huge pimple 
that had suddenly popped out on her nose or 
something.
Brandon rolled his eyes, sighed, and gave me 
this very goofy but cute smile.
“So . . . we’ll talk later, Nikki. Okay?”
“Sure. And thanks for the photos!”
I felt very lightheaded and a little nauseous. 
But in a really GOOD way!
More than anything, I was now totally 
consumed with a burning curiosity.
Brandon had been about to ask me something 
really important when MacKenzie had rudely 
interrupted him. Which left me with one very 
obvious and compelling question:
WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT?!
WING-DINGS?! I could NOT believe 
I had rambled on and on about the variety 
of delicious wing-ding flavors!

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