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frozen yogurt was going to hit the spot like nothing else. We found a table by the window, and soon I was settled in my seat, eating a cup of vanilla with fresh strawberry and kiwi on top.
    â€œThis definitely makes up for that lousy practice,” I said after my first spoonful, and Jessi and Emma looked at each other.
    â€œWhat?” I asked, putting down my spoon.
    â€œThat practice was doomed from the start,” Jessi said with her usual bluntness. “What was up with switching around everybody’s positions?”
    â€œWhat is up is that I’m trying to figure out how we’regoing to win without Zoe,” I replied. “We’ve all got to be willing to try new things.”
    â€œWell, maybe switching positions isn’t the best answer,” Emma said diplomatically. “Maybe Coach has some ideas.”
    â€œI love Coach Flores, but you know how laid-back she can be,” I countered. “Anyway, it was worth a try, right?”
    â€œJust please don’t make me play midfielder again,” Frida said. “I feel much safer back by the goal.”
    â€œSafer? With all those strikers coming at you?” I asked.
    Frida shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I found my comfort zone.”
    My feelings were starting to get a tiny bit hurt, so I was glad when Jessi changed the subject.
    â€œSo, Devin, you never found your duffel bag?” she asked.
    I shook my head. “It’s so weird. It’s like it just disappeared. Mom even called the school janitor and asked him to keep an eye out for it around the school, but he hasn’t seen it.”
    Frida’s dark eyes got wide. “It must have been foul play,” she said, lowering her voice dramatically.
    â€œYou mean like a chicken took it?” Emma asked, giggling.
    â€œNot fowl play. Foul play,” Frida said. “I think your duffel bag was stolen.”
    â€œThat’s exactly what I’ve been thinking!” Jessi agreed.
    â€œBut who would want to steal a uniform and some shin guards?” I asked. “I could see that if I’d left it on the fieldor something, but this was in the locker room. Somebody would have had to go to a lot of effort to get in there and take it.”
    â€œUnless it didn’t take any effort at all,” Frida said, pausing dramatically. (To be fair, she did most things dramatically.) “It must have been someone on the team!”
    Emma gasped. “No way! Who would do that? And why?”
    â€œReveeeeenge,” Frida said, stretching out the word. “Or power. We’re going to be doing all these Shakespeare scenes in my acting class, and there’s tons of stuff like that in his plays.”
    â€œThat is ridiculous,” I said. “First of all, who would want to get revenge on me? For what?”
    â€œThen maybe it’s a power grab,” Frida suggested. “Like when Macbeth destroyed all of his enemies so he could become king.”
    Jessi raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying that somebody wants to take over as co-captain and so they stole Devin’s uniform? That’s kind of a stretch.”
    â€œYeah, especially since nobody else really wanted the job,” I reminded everyone.
    â€œMaybe it’s not so serious,” Emma tossed out. “Maybe it’s like a prank. My cousin plays high school football, and the senior boys always prank the younger boys.”
    Jessi nodded. “That’s true. And what about that weird e-mail that went out to some of the girls? If Coach Flores didn’t send it, that’s kind of like a prank.”
    I thought about this. “So you think one of the eighth graders did it?” I asked. “But that doesn’t make sense. Most of the girls who got the e-mail were eighth graders.”
    â€œWell, maybe it’s not the eighth graders,” Jessi said. “But it could still be somebody on the team.”
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