People stared at Jamie as she walked down the school halls Monday morning, but gave her a wide berth. She didn't know how she felt about being feared. She dropped her backpack between her feet and began opening her locker.

"Jamie?" said a familiar voice behind her. She turned and saw a short, dumpy girl with dirty blonde hair, acne, and glasses. She wore a loose-fitting black T-shirt for "PAX EAST," jeans, and Chuck Taylors.

"If you're here to either invite me to roller derby or punch me, I'm going to say ‘no' to both."

"No… I'm Ashley. You came by my house last Thursday wanting help finding out about that blog."

"Ooooh." Jamie finally recognized the sliver of face she'd seen through the door. "So did you find...

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