3 Ch3-I Hate Andrea and She Hates Me

Chapter 3 I Hate Andrea and She Hates Me Miss Daisy, please come to the office, Mr. Klutz said over the loudspeaker a few days later. Oh, by the way, Picture Day and Author Day are both going to be two weeks from Friday. So we will be killing two birds with one stone, you might say. Thank you for your attention.

Killing birds is mean! said Emily. It's just an expression, dumbhead, I told her. Killing two birds with one stone means doing two things at once. I knew that, Emily lied. She looked like she was going to cry, as usual. Miss Daisy was still in the office. Andrea and Emily pulled those fake makeup kits out of their desks again. They were looking in these little round mirrors and fussing with their hair. You look fabulous, Emily, said Andrea. No, you look fabulous, Andrea, said Emily. What do you think I should wear for Picture Day? asked Andrea. My blue

skirt or the red one with the boat on it? Oh, definitely the blue one, Emily said. It brings out your eyes. I think I need more lipstick, said Andrea. I need to moisturize, said Emily. Ugh, I said. What is your problem? I thought I was gonna throw up. We're making ourselves pretty, Andrea told me. That's good, I replied, because you couldn't make yourselves any uglier. You're mean! said Emily. Why don't you just put paper bags over your heads so we don't have to look at you? I suggested. Very funny, Arlo, said Andrea. When

I'm a teenager, I'm going to put on real makeup, and I'll be even more beautiful. Then you'll ask me out on a date, and I'll say I'm busy because I don't want to hurt your feel- ings by telling you that I don't like you. Why can't a truck full of makeup fall on Andrea's head? I hate her. Oooooh! said Ryan. A.J. is going to ask Andrea out on a date when they're teenagers. That means they're in love! When are you gonna get married? asked Michael. Just then, Miss Daisy

rushed back from the office. Guess what? she said. I was going to answer by shouting Your butt! Any time somebody says Guess what, you have to say Your butt. That's the first rule of being a kid. But Miss Daisy is a grown-up, and grown- ups get angry when you say butt. Nobody knows why. What? we all shouted. We got a letter from Miss Suki!