
Speaking of odd friendships, Nia and I take the cake (obvi). Right away we had to act like besties passing notes in class, which is one excellent & essential skill left over from my I-Girl days that I must say I am super happy to have. But even there, Amanda had me beat. She was unsurpassed in the art of the under-the-desk-sneaky-slip.
Oh, well, this was brilliant. I glanced at Nia, but she was still looking at her book. Okay, first of all, even if I thought it would open Thornhill’s office, how was I even supposed to get her the key? Just stand up, walk over and hand it to her?
Mr. Thornhill: Callie, what are you doing?
Me: Oh, nothing, sir. Just handing Nia the master key to the school so she can break into your office.
Thornhill: Well, in that case, carry on.
Me: Thank you, sir. I’ll do that.
