Miss Matched by Shawn K. Stout

Author:Shawn K. Stout
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

• Chapter 9 •

Fiona unwrapped her sandwich at lunch and pulled apart the bread. “Peanut butter and jelly!” she said. “Extraordinary!”

“Have you been snatched by little green people from outer space and had your brain switched over?” said Cleo.

“I don’t think so,” said Fiona. “But my brain has been a little itchy.”

“First you tell Milo Bridgewater, in front of everybody, that you think he like-likes you. Then you start a S.N.O.W. club without telling anybody, not even me. And now you’ve changed it into a club about matchmaking? It sounds a little outer spacey to me.”

Ever since Milo got here, Fiona thought things did seem a little outer spacey.

“I think I’m going to try to eat with Milo at his table,” said Harold, holding his tray of food.

“How come?” said Fiona. “I’ll give you my carrot sticks.”

“I’ve got a pork chop,” said Cleo.

“No, thanks.”

Fiona and Cleo watched Harold walk over to Milo’s table. He walked around the table once and then turned around and came back.

“What happened?” asked Fiona.

Harold sat his tray down beside Fiona. “Nothing. I’ll try another time. Can I still have that pork chop?”

Cleo gave it to him.

“I’ve been thinking,” said Fiona, putting her bag of carrot sticks on Harold’s tray.

“Here we go,” said Cleo, shaking her head.

“To get people to join my matchmaking club,” she said, “we need to show that I’m a good matchmaker.”

“How do we do that?” asked Harold with a mouthful of chewed chop.

“Yeah,” said Cleo. “Don’t even think about matching me up.”

“We aren’t going to match just people,” said Fiona.

Harold picked at his nose. “I don’t get it.”

“Think of something you want,” said Fiona. “Something to be matched up with.”

Harold reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“What’s that?” asked Fiona.

“My toy list.”

Cleo and Fiona looked at each other.

“Every time I see a toy I want, I write it on the list,” said Harold. “That way I won’t forget. Don’t you keep one?”

Fiona and Cleo shook their heads. Fiona had to admit, it wasn’t such a bad idea. “Toys aren’t matches,” she said. “I mean, think of something you want that isn’t a toy.”

“I want a little brother or sister,” said Cleo.

“You do? Why?” More than once, Fiona wanted to give Max away. Or sell him.

“I want to be popular like Milo,” said Harold, finger in his nose.

Fiona tapped her finger to her chin. “Okay, fine,” she said. “As president of A.W.S.O.M.M., I declare you Cleo Button, and you, Harold Chutney, are about to be matched.”

• • •

“Up here!” called Fiona from her room. When Cleo and Harold appeared at her door, she pointed to her beanbag chair. She grabbed a handful of confetti from her party drawer and shoved it in her pocket. “Harold, sit. I will be right back.” She found Max in his room and dragged him down the hall.

“Hey, let go,” Max said. “Fiona!”

Fiona brought him to her room and said, “Do you want to play Squidman?”

“Is this a trick?”

“No trick,” said Fiona, smiling.

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