Aggie Dustburger was a tall girl, with brown hair that was too straight. She, according to herself, was also too lanky, too smart, and too slow. Her mother said that she was just right, and that you could never be too smart, but Aggie knew that mothers are always supposed to say that. In truth, Aggie was actually pretty good looking. Her hair was not really too straight, just, long, and she didn't look too skinny, but just right. She wasn't too slow, but not too fast either. And her mother was right in saying that you can never be too smart. The problem was that Aggie couldn't avoid her intelligence, no matter how much she might try to get away. Everyone was always asking for help with their homework, and she always knew the answer. The teachers always called on her for answers to the jealousy of her other classmates. Her nickname was the teacher's pet. She hated it. Aggie hated it so much that, more than once actually, she wished she could escape. Then, one day, strangely, she got her wish.

Aggie woke up exactly at 7:30 that Friday morning. The bus came at 8:00. When Aggie saw the time on her digital clock, she jumped out of bed. "Cripes!" she shouted. "I forgot to turn the alarm on last night!" She groaned as she rushed to the closet, and quickly pulled on a dark green long sleeved sweatshirt with her school name, Charlotte Garland Middle School, printed on the front. She rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a bagel from the table. There wasn't any time to make lunch. She could buy today. She grabbed 85 cents from the change box on the kitchen counter. "Hey, hon!" Aggie's mother called after her. Mrs. Dustburger was a short woman with dyed blond hair. It was graying but if nobody knew, then who would care? "What Mom?" Aggie called back on her way to the door. "Aren't you going to brush your hair?" "Aren't you going to make a lunch?" her father called. Mr. Dustburger was a very professional person who worried a lot. He had balding hair and a dark suit. "No time," Aggie called, pointing to the scrunchie and change for lunch that she clutched in her hand. "Okay," her mother called, concerned.

Aggie raced out the door, flew down the front steps, and caught the bus just as it was leaving. On the way to school she started eating her bagel. It was cinnamon raisin, her favorite. Aggie snarfed it down as fast as she possibly could. She knew the bus driver didn't allow anyone to have food on the bus. As the bus pulled into the stop eight blocks from the house, Aggie looked up at the towering building that was her school and knew that something would be different that day.

"Hey, loser!" called an all too familiar voice from beside a tree. Krissie Lawrence, the school prep stepped out from the huge oak tree that stood in front of the school. Behind her stepped Tori, Lori and Katy, her friends, or "thugbuddies" as Aggie called them. "What a loser! School shirt? Sheez! What a teacher's pet!" Krissie sniggered. Her friends neglected to remind Krissie that they were all wearing blue tee- shirts with the school's name printed on the front. "Leave me alone, Krissie," Aggie muttered as she tried to pass her. Lori, Tori, and Katy blocked her path. "What was that?" Krissie looked at Aggie in utter disbelief. "What did you say?" Aggie knew perfectly well that Krissie knew exactly what she had said. She wasn't going to remind her. Aggie stayed silent. "That's what I thought you said!" Krissie glared at Aggie. "Now get going before I do something you will regret," Aggie walked away, head down, up the stairs toward her classes. She felt defeated, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that something would be different today.