From the Library of Failure (Branch 2, Part 2)

Jenny’s friend, Gracie, leaned against the mouth of the alley that was their shortcut to the bus stop.

“Sup, Ewok!” Gracie said, peeling off the wall, as Jenny passed her.

“Whoville!” Jenny replied, answering nickname with nickname. “Here, my mom made me take these and I didn’t want to throw them away- starving people in Africa and all that.” She held out her hand, revealing two shelled hard-boiled eggs.

Gracie accepted the offering. “I can’t believe you don’t like eggs.”

“I like them fine- I’m full.”

“Breakfast is more than just toast for most people.” Gracie said, stuffing a whole egg into her mouth.

“I’m not most people.” Something about that reminded Jenny of her dream. "Hey, Gracie?

“Hmm?” Gracie said, her mouth full.

“Do you ever die in your dreams?” Jenny asked, quietly.

“Nowhr.” She swallowed and wiped her face with the back of her hand. “No, that’s weird. Why? Wait, don’t answer that. Please, I’m begging you. Can’t we be normal today? We’re starting highschool. Think about all the boys!”

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