I didn’t feel like I could admit the truth. How was I supposed to tell Brooke that the real reason I had skipped class was the fact I had frozen up when I thought about what had happened to my family.
I panicked a little. I was a terrible liar, and she could see right through me.
I was staring at the floor to avoid looking at her, and I saw the corner of my notebook peeking from my large handbag.
It was the only idea I had that might be even vaguely plausible.
I picked the notebook out and handed it over to Brooke.
“I know it’s stupid, but I had this idea to try and fit in. I thought that maybe if I made some notes about who was who and what people thought was cool I might be able to do the whole ‘fake it til you make it’ thing. I don’t know why I thought it would work. And then they
