All Mixed Up

by Heather Alexander

  “No, I’m not,” Alex agreed. “I’m cuter and more fun to talk to. And I don’t have dental floss on a key chain.”

  Mr. Laritate reached for something in his pocket. “Yeah, well I do!” he exclaimed, pulling out a key chain that had dental floss hanging from it. “Justin made it for me.” Mr Laritate let out a sigh. “Ah, Justin. Those were the days.”

  As Alex sat down, she turned back to Harper. “Can you believe this?” she asked. “He’s comparing me to Justin.”

  “I know. It is so hard to live up to Justin,” Harper said sympathetically. Then she got a dreamy look on her face as she thought about Justin. “He’s smart and handsome, and he has the healthiest gums. I mean—”

  Alex held up her hand. “Okay, I get it! He flosses. Let’s make him president!” She turned back around in her seat and slumped down in her chair. It was going to be a long social studies class!