me weird. “You already told me that.”
“Well, I was telling you again,” I say. Then I take the orange marker and make a big sun up in the sky. And I add some purple streaks all around it like a beautiful sunset would look. “That,” I say, “is a very beautiful sunset.”
“I like that sunset a lot, Hailey,” Addie Jokobeck says. She moved her paper over to my art table a few minutes ago. That is because I have been giving her the silent treatment. Addie Jokobeck does not like that.
I pretend that I don’t hear her. But Addie does not get the hint.
“I SAID I LIKE THAT SUNSET A LOT, HAILEY,” she says.
And then I see something. Natalie Brice is being very, very quiet. She is being quiet the way I am quiet when I am up watching TV and I don’t want my parents to realize it is time for bed. That means she is listening very, very close.
“Thank you, Addie,” I whisper to Addie so that Natalie Brice will think some secrets are going on.
“You are welcome,” Addie whispers back. “And also I want you to know that Natalie’s house was not that fun and her tree house is very small.” Addie holds up her fingers to show how small it is.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “And also Natalie was asking lots of things about you, like if I thought you maybe threw that list away.”
I swallow very hard. “And what did you say?”
“I said no.” Addie smiles and shows where her teeth are missing. And I smile back.
“Addie Jokobeck,” I say. “I think me and you are friends again.”
And then Addie smiles even more.
“Look at my picture!” Antonio says. He is making a new one now. Of a green dinosaur.
“You know, Hailey,” Maybelle says, “I’ll bet it would be very fun to have a French mustache.”
I frown. My mom did not buy the things for French mustaches. But Maybelle does not know that. She was not in the kitchen when my mom said it.
And then Maybelle does something else. When no one else is looking, Maybelle picks up the black marker. And she draws a big mustache right on her face!
“ Bonjour! ” she says. And she laughs. I did not know that Maybelle knew how to say “hello” in French. And now Maybelle has a French mustache. I start to feel very, very jealous. Jealous is when you start to want something that someone else has. And I want that French mustache.
So when Antonio is looking down, down, down at his paper, I duck under my desk real quick. And then I crook my finger and Maybelle flies under with me. And then she draws a black mustache right on my face!
“Look at me!” I say to Addie when I pop back up. “Now I am a real Frenchman!”
“Cool!” Antonio says. “I want one, too!” And I can tell by how his black eyes look that he really means it.
“You can’t,” I say. “You are not doing the country of France. Only Frenchmen have curly black mustaches.”
“Hailey!” Addie Jokobeck says from where she is sitting across from me at the art table. “You know we are not allowed to draw on our faces!”
“This is not a drawing,” I say. “This is a French mustache.” I reach my hand up and pretend to curl it around my finger. I still see Natalie watching out of the corner of my eye. And so I say, “And you can have one too, Addie, since you are a Frenchman!” So I pick up the marker. “Do you want one?” I ask.
“Yes, please,” Addie says. So I draw a nice mustache on her face.
“Drawing on your face is against the rules,” Natalie says to Addie. And then Addie starts to look very nervous.
So I quickly hop off my chair and grab Addie’s hand and take her over to the sink in the corner. And then we wash, wash, wash our mustaches right off. It is very hard to get marker off of your face. So we must have missed some spots. Because when Miss Stephanie comes around to collect our papers, she sees those French mustaches. And she is not happy about it.
Chapter Nine
Big, Big Trouble
After school I have to go to Addie Jokobeck’s house