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Laura says.
    â€œHe is going to hurt himself,” Jolene says, as Ace backs into Emily’s chair.
    â€œGive it to me right now,” Morgan says.
    â€œBut I’m not finished reading it!” Ace says, still backing away. “‘Dear diary,’” he reads, squinting at the paper he’s holding out and away from Morgan’s grasping hands.
    â€œAce Valentino Farber,” Morgan growls.
    Dr. Ellman seems to be trying to speak in measured tones, which no one can hear. Brandon is poking at his phone. Morgan rushes at Ace and there’s a horrible tearing noise. Ace says, “I’msorry, Morgan. I’m really sorry, Dr. Ellman.” He’s holding up a crumpled, shredded piece of paper. Morgan has the other half. His expression is contrite.
    â€œHe’s not sorry,” Morgan says with her teeth gritted. You can only do that when you’re really mad; otherwise you sound like you’re trying to talk with your mouth full. She waves her half of the paper at him. “I was working on that.”
    â€œI’m really sorry,” Ace says.
    â€œYou will be,” I say quietly, and Jolene laughs.
    â€œEveryone sit down,” Dr. Ellman says. “That’s enough adrenaline. It’s time to breathe. You,” she says to Ace. “You sit down here.” She taps our table.
    â€œOh come on,” I say. I know what’s coming.
    â€œAshley,” Dr. Ellman says, “You sit at Ace’s table.” She surveys Morgan and me. “Valedictorian and salutatorian. There we go. Nice and peaceful.”
    Laura makes an attempt at a save. “But, Dr. Ellman, I was just about to ask Ashley’s advice about my essay. Because we are both persons of color I think it’s important to address our intersectionality.”
    But I think Dr. Ellman’s reached her limit for the day. “Just. Write,” she says.
    Morgan smiles sweetly up at me as I pull out my chair and drop my notebook on the table. Brandon winks at me, which is awfulbecause it is so very cheesy, and because he looks far too cute when he does that.
    â€œOh god, Brandon, don’t wink,” I say.
    â€œI had something in my eye,” he says, and then he winks again.
    â€œPlease stop that,” I say, but I’m smiling at him.
    Jessica Loh, sitting next to him, has turned pink and started giggling into her notebook as if he were talking to her. She has always seemed to get contact highs from boys.
    â€œSo!” Morgan says. “What were we talking about over there?” She leans forward and looks at my notebook. “Oh honey,” she says. “Pizza? You’ve really written down pizza . Well, I suppose there are clichés for a reason.”
    â€œMorgan, was that supposed to be a fat joke?”
    â€œI don’t know,” she says. “Do you feel fat?”
    â€œI feel like your material needs some work,” I say. I slap my notebook shut and smile at her big. “Speaking of! How’s your essay going?” I nod at the wadded ball of paper in front of her.
    â€œJust fine,” she says. “I’ve already applied for early admittance to NYU. I’m not worried.” Of course she has. Of course she isn’t.
    â€œThat will give you plenty of time to finish your other application to clown school,” I say. Makes devastating comebacks is not on my transcripts either.
    Jessica is yearning at Brandon. She looks like she is made of cotton candy, swathed in acres of fluffy sweater and fluffy skirtand heart shapes instead of pupils. He’s ignoring all of us, still staring at his phone.
    â€œDon’t worry. I won’t get my acceptance in time for your birthday party,” Morgan says. “That’ll be my gift to you.” She shows me her shark teeth.
    â€œThat would be hard to wrap,” I say.
    â€œBut what about your other gifts?” she continues. “I heard your grandmother’s getting