"No, I am, lier and copycat dearest." she says. "I
don't think I like you. I won't be your friend at school, you
know."
You sniffle. You don't really care. Then, the bus skids to a halt in
front of the school. You leap out and the first order of business is
lunch. Tacos and ice cream. Who's table do you sit
at?
"I'm the World Knitting Champion for the fifth year in a row
now." you tell the girl.