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small. Add to liquid for a surprise zesty. Even a fool cannot prove it wrong. It is foolproof! Foolproof, I say with vehemence!
    That makes me laugh. And though there’s no one here to appreciate how strong I’ve been, I sit back and nod, proud of myself for blazing my own trail and not being tempted to use Uncle Arnie’s love potion. Then I read the final paragraph of the potion I figured out myself.
Once cooled, put mixture in container. When time is perfect, place three drops into a drink of the person you desire. The next person to whom he (or she) speaks ten words is the person with whom he (or she) will fall in love indeed. Let us hope that will be you!
    I type a sentence in English into the translator just to see how it comes out. In Spanish it’s
Espero que no me va a ser.
    I hope it
won’t
be me!

“W ho knows what chemistry is?” Kevin asks the next morning as we start science class.
    Hearing the word
chemistry,
Madison turns to me and smiles big, her straight white teeth sparkling. She’s thinking about the same thing I am. It’s the Ryder Landry song we love, “Chemistry Class”—
“You, you, you plus me, me, me. Put us together, it’s chemistry. It’s a reaction, an attraction, put us together and there’s plenty of action!”
    Larry raises his hand, but as usual he doesn’t wait to be called on. “It’s when you get to blow things up!”
    Kevin raises his voice over our laughter. “As is often the case, Larry is partially correct. That is
one
of the things that happen in chemistry. Remember earlier in the year, when Larry taught us about matter?”
    I do. Even though Larry wasn’t my friend yet, I liked his presentation on Albert Einstein, the wacky-looking super-smart scientist with fuzzy hair like my uncle Arnie’s. Kevin tells us that chemistry is the study of how matter (which Albert Einstein discovered or named or something) is put together and how it can change.
    Lonnie Cheseboro makes a snoring sound, and Kylie Mae giggles. At least Lonnie’s paying attention. Ronnie is wadding up little bits of paper and tossing them into Lisa Lee’s hair as she stares out the window.
    Kevin ignores the snore and continues. “Chemistry is a lot more exciting than it sounds because, as Larry pointed out, sometimes these atoms—the building blocks of matter—come together and explosions occur.”
    A couple of people whoop with excitement. I’m still thinking,
It’s a reaction, an attraction, put us together and there’s plenty of action,
as Kevin continues. “Before there are any explosions, though,” he says, “push your desks together and sit with the partners you had for our biology section.”
    Desks screech and scrape as they’re pushed around the room. I was happy to be paired with Larry a couple of weeks ago for biology…though I wasn’t quite so happy that Madison ended up with her old pal Lisa Lee. Dad once told me that jealousy is called a green-eyed monster, and I know why. As I see Madison and Lisa Lee chatting and looking friendly right now, I feel like my teeth and nails are getting sharper and that I could growl in their direction. I don’t know why I’d have green eyes, though. I’ll have to ask Dad sometime.
    I snap out of my monster-like feeling when Larry does a jokey dance step as he trots toward me, holding his monkey toy up in the air and almost singing. “Mono—says ‘oh no’—I’m gonna sit by Cleo!” He flops into the seat next to me and deposits the monkey on my desk. I pat it on the head and say hello.
    “Aww, Cleo loves a monkey!” Lisa Lee says in a fake sweet voice. “And his name is Scabby Larry!” Kylie Mae reaches back from her desk and they smack hands. At least Madison swats at Lisa Lee a little. I just wish she’d looked a tiny bit more upset about it.
    “Okay, everyone, calm down and settle in,” Kevin says in a voice raised over the activity. “Now, Larry talked about blowing things up….”
    “And that’s what we’re gonna