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in photos after all.
    â€œWhatever,” said Jeff. “But you look good in yours.
     Doesn’t he, Sam?”
    Girl Dies of Embarrassment in
     Newspaper Office.
    â€œWhat? Oh. Wait . . .” My brain was scrambling as I tried to
     play it cool. “Which photos?”
    Michael was looking at me closely.
    Jeff sighed in aggravation. “You know, the football ones? The ones
     where you said everyone looked bad and was going to be mad at me?”
    I couldn’t look at Michael at all now. “I didn’t say everyone looked bad!” Oh my gosh. This was not going
     well. I snuck a peek at Michael. His face was red now too! I could hardly say Michael
     looked hot and everyone else looked terrible!
    â€œWhatever. This is stupid. Just take ’em down, Perry!”
     Michael snarled, and he left the office, the door banging shut behind him.
    Um. Yikes.
    â€œThanks a lot, Martone,” said Jeff, shaking his head. He
     collapsed into the office sofa and laid his head back, closing his eyes. “Way to
     back me up.”
    â€œYou never should have put them up,” I said, and I left the
     office too. Should I have told Michael he looked good in the photos and not to worry?Would it seem like I liked him if I did that? Maybe I insulted him
     without meaning to. And now Jeff was mad at me too. This day stinks!
    Maybe the Know-It-All letters would be great and it would cheer me up. I
     was dying to read through them but where could I go to get some privacy?
    Duh!
    I strode down the hall to the girls’ bathroom and pushed open the
     door. Phew. Empty.
    Inside a stall, I locked the door and put the lid down on the toilet,
     then I sat and opened the envelope. There actually were curriculum materials from Mr.
     Trigg, but there were also three letters in envelopes that had been slit open. Mr. Trigg
     reads them all first to make sure they’re not hostile letters to the editor
     disguised as Know-It-All letters, not that that ever actually happens.
    The first one was on pink stationery with a matching pink envelope.
     Obviously from a girl. Or maybe from someone who wanted us to think it was from a girl, I suddenly thought. Hmmm. My journalist antenna
     tingled as I began to read.
    Dear Know-It-All,
    I still sleep with a teddy bear named Pal every night. This is kind of
     embarrassing because I am now in the eighth grade. I don’t want anyone to know,
     but when I have sleepovers I can’t get to sleep without him. What should I do?
    From,
    Sleepless without Pal
    Ha! That was a funny one! Time to grow up, I’d say. Lose the Pal.
     I wondered if a boy had stolen his sister’s stationery to write the note and throw
     us off his trail. It was possible. I felt proud of myself for being such a good
     investigator to even think of such a thing. I set it aside. It could be good for later
     in the year if I didn’t have anything better, but it was kind of lame for the
     launch of this year’s column. I wanted something juicier.
    Next!
    This one was handwritten on white computer paper in a business envelope.
     As I read, I saw lots of misspellings and grammatical errors that made me wince. Do I
     even go to the same school as thisperson? I wondered.
    Dear Know-It-All.
    You know how somtimes things are sucking at home and you, like, dont want
     to be there at all ever? Where should you go, like, insted?
    Thanks.
    From,
    A guy
    Okay. Wow. That was kind of heavy for the first Dear Know-It-All of the
     year. Don’t know how to help that guy! I bit my lower lip and moved it to the
     bottom of the pile.
    The last letter had been done on a computer. It said:
    Hey Mr. Know-It-All,
    What do you do when you and your best friend have a crush on the same
     person?
    Signed,
    Unlucky Taste
    Whoa! That was a juicy one! I couldn’t even
     imagine what would happen in that situation. The poor guy. He should just tell his
     friend and then he and the friend can duke it out over the