I say. “Yes,” it go through the “Did washing machine?” I tell her. “Not yet,” Zoey is right behind me. She laughs. Miss Jenrik laughs too as she squints at the display on the machine and wiggles all her rings at it. know why this thing is asking me for a she mumbles. new on “I don’t code,” “I’m the job. But I this all She punches a few buttons. She tries the card haven’t seen day…” again. The line is backing up behind us. I tell Zoey, have gone first. You could be eating by “You should now.” Zoey leans around me to speak to the what if we swipe my card cashier. “Hey, twice? Just for today?” not going to let us do “It’s that.” Jingle-jingle. “Hmm…” The line is pressing on Zoey now. pretty sure the edge of I’m someone’s lunch tray is in her back. She plants her feet like holding our ground. she’s someone asks from the back of the line. I look and see a tall boy “What gives?” with his empty tray clamped in one hand. He points to himself with the other. “Starving here!” look I know that and “Well, who’s holding things up.” voice. It’s Brian Morris, he’s leaning out of the line to sneer at so fast today, are he says. As if I ever me. “Not you?” sprint through a lunch line. Miss Jenrik asks me, you pick up this card here in the school “Did office?” I lean forward and tell mailed to me. From the her, “It was state.” This is an She seems to get louder with each “The state? Oh! assistance card!” on why it wants a word. “You’re assistance! That’s code.” Zoey lets a puff through her lips and shakes her head. Brian Morris makes a duck-call with his hand from behind Crook!” us. “It’s Perry he from squawks. “Escaped Surprise!” Miss head snaps up when she hears that. Her face turns five shades of Jenrik’s red beneath her pink hair.
“Yes,” I say. “Did it go through the washing machine?” “Not yet,” I tell her. Zoey is right behind me. She laughs. Miss Jenrik laughs too as she squints at the display on the machine and wiggles all her rings at it. “I don’t know why this thing is asking me for a code,” she mumbles. “I’m new on the job. But I haven’t seen this all day…” She punches a few buttons. She tries the card again. The line is backing up behind us. I tell Zoey, “You should have gone first. You could be eating by now.” Zoey leans around me to speak to the cashier. “Hey, what if we swipe my card twice? Just for today?” “It’s not going to let us do that.” Jingle-jingle. “Hmm…” The line is pressing on Zoey now. I’m pretty sure the edge of someone’s lunch tray is in her back. She plants her feet like she’s holding our ground. “What gives?” someone asks from the back of the line. I look and see a tall boy with his empty tray clamped in one hand. He points to himself with the other. “Starving here!” “Well, look who’s holding things up.” I know that voice. It’s Brian Morris, and he’s leaning out of the line to sneer at me. “Not so fast today, are you?” he says. As if I ever sprint through a lunch line. Miss Jenrik asks me, “Did you pick up this card here in the school office?” I lean forward and tell her, “It was mailed to me. From the state.” “The state? Oh! This is an assistance card!” She seems to get louder with each word. “You’re on assistance! That’s why it wants a code.” Zoey lets a puff through her lips and shakes her head. Brian Morris makes a duck-call with his hand from behind us. “It’s Perry Crook!” he squawks. “Escaped from Surprise!” Miss Jenrik’s head snaps up when she hears that. Her face turns five shades of red beneath her pink hair.
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