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Chapter 8 by Filberson Filberson

What's next?

The bookworms

You sit down with the "smart girls" and plonk your ID onto the table. Maybe they won't be as dramatic as the others. Can you imagine how the cheerleaders would have reacted?

One girl looks up from the book she's buried in, and squints at your name tag from across the table. She seems to be reading it from upside down, and mouths the words as she goes. Suddenly her eyes widen and she gasps.

"You're the guy with the condition?!"

Everyone at the table stops what they're doing and turns to look.

"The guy?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Sure! All the homeroom classes were told about you!" She wiggles her book at you for emphasis. "Oh my god, I have so many questions! How does it work? Did your physiology change? Tell us about your metabolism! Oh - my name's Tammy by the way."

Turns out nerdy types are just as excitable, just about different things.

You shrug. "I don't really know the specifics. The doctor just told me what I needed to know... So I can get by."

Tammy pulls back a little. "Of course... I'm sorry. This must be hard on you. I can get lost in my head sometimes."

The girl next to Tammy leans in. "Hey, I'm Samantha. Look, how would you like to help us with a science project? We've been looking for something to study for the science fair and you would be perfect. We'd assist you in any way we can."

The tip of a black and white sneaker traces circles against your shin.

"For science, of course," purrs Samantha.

"Yes, for science! Excelsior!" Shouts Tammy.

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