“Dear lord, what is that thing?” my big sister Cindy peered into the fridge.

I elbowed her out of the way. Cindy was always making a big deal outta nothing, and tried to act like a grown up most of the time. I stared inside at a bunch of containers on half-empty shelves. “What’d you mean?”

“What – what is that?” She pointed her finger, all shaky, like the thing was gonna kill her or something. Overly dramatic, that’s what they always said about Cindy.

“My science project?” I shrugged.

“It that what you call it?” She turned toward me, “It’s hideous, horrific –”

“What, you studying for your spelling test or something?” I put my hands on my hips. “Think you so smart, don&rsquo...

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