#107 Mind Your Own Business, Kristy!

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“Hi Jesserina!” Mr. Pike called out. (Get it? Jessi plus ballerina? Grown-ups can be so corny.)

LOL Mr. Pike, omg. ♥

Also, because this entire scene is awesome:

“Hi!” Jessi replied. She waved to everyone as she sat next to Mal. “Who are you drawing?”
Mal held up her sketch: a kid with a sideways-turned baseball cap. “Can you guess?”
Jessi looked around the yard. All the kids were wearing sideways-turned baseball caps. “What’s with the hats?”
“That’s the way Charlie wears his,” Mallory answered. “They all want to look like him. Anyway, the drawing’s supposed to be Adam.”
“Clai-aire, hurry up!” Nicky was calling from the outfield. “It’s almost time to leave for the Klinic!”
Claire was stamping down the dirt around the home plate (a plastic container lid). Jessi noticed that she had a frilly white glove on her right hand.
“Why are you wearing that?” Jessi asked.
“It’s a batting glove,” Claire answered.
Mal nodded. “Charlie wears one.”
Claire planted her feet, swung the bat around a few times, and spat.
Just like you-know-who.
Well, almost. Usually Charlie’s spit flies out in one piece. Claire’s was more like drool.
“Eeeewwww!” Margo cried out.
Claire tried to wipe off her mouth, but she slimed her glove.
Mr. Pike was struggling not to crack up. The other kids didn’t even try. They were howling. Screaming. Rolling on the ground.
“You silly-billy-goo-goos!” Claire screamed.
Mr. Pike scooped her off the ground before she could burst into tears. “We’ll wash up. The rest of you get ready to go to the Klinic!”

♥