Wish Upon A Star Page #3

- I certainly wouldn't.

- Thank you for being so understanding.

You are a wonderful administrator

and an asset to this school.

At least,

that's what Alex keeps telling me.

You're my hero, Mrs. Mitter Mon...

I won't tolerate

being called that name.

Now get to class.

You'll have approximately two and a half

minutes to answer each question...

after the corresponding slide

has been shown.

And I do suggest that you keep your eyes

on your own paper...

because if you don't, I will pluck them

out and keep them in a jar on my desk.

In the Ptolemaic Universe,

is it the Earth in the middle...

with the stars and stuff

rotating around...

or is it the sun in the middle...

Mr. Frauenfleder?

I'm... I'm not feeling very...

Eleven serving six.

Ow!

- Are you okay, Alex?

- I'm fine.

Muffin.

I'm her mother.

Let's get you home.

I'd feel much better

if we could get some ice cream...

and maybe stop

at Blockbuster on the way.

- Hi.

- What did I do?

Can't I just say hi?

Of course you can. Hi.

Oh, I guess you heard

that Hayley went home sick.

I'm so worried.

I'm going over after school.

- I mean, what if there's brain damage?

- Oh, trust me, she'll be fine.

Why don't you come and eat lunch

with me and my gang?

I mean, Hayley would hate for you

to seem like a loner.

Really? Okay.

Talley... Thanks. Talley, Sabrina,

Kazumi, this is Caitlin Scheinbaum.

- She's eating lunch with us today.

- Why?

Because she's Hayley's very best friend

in the entire world.

- So?

- So...

So be nice to her.

Hayley went home sick.

Hayley and I always wondered what

it would be like to eat with you guys.

She'll be bummed she missed it.

Oh, well, you can both eat with us

tomorrow. We'd be happy to have you.

Right, guys?

Oh, but don't bring

another tuna fish sandwich.

It's one of our rules.

- Sorry.

- Rules?

Duh. They're supposed to be secrets.

Your secrets are safe with me.

You can tell me anything.

Well, we alternate

bringing diet sodas for everyone.

Tomorrow can be your turn.

- Okay.

- Tic Tac, anyone?

Oh, Alex. What happened?

Oh. Volleyball. You know.

- Looks gruesome.

- That no makeup thing.

That's actually very in.

Self, March issue.

Anyway, Alex, tell us what happened

last night. How did you do it?

- Do what?

- Dump Kyle.

Why would I do

a stupid thing like that?

Kyle's perfect.

- Alex, hello.

- You hit the limit.

- What limit?

- The three-month max.

Rule three, designed to maximize

our experience with different men.

As of midnight last night,

the clock was up on Kyle.

We reminded you yesterday.

I thought the plan...

was to ask him over for dinner,

do a little hot tub...

call him a sick puppy

and then send him on his way.

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