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　Terri Wilson stomped1) her foot. She was the only student left in the schoolyard. And it was raining. Finally, her mother's car turned into the parking lot.
　　"You're late!" Terri said as she got in the car.
　　"Sorry. I had to take Snowball to the veterinarian2) for his shots," her mother said. "I almost didn't come. I thought you'd be walking home. Then I remembered you wouldn't wear your raincoat this morning."
　　Terri scowled3). No one in sixth grade wore raincoats!
　　Their small white dog pawed4) at her knee. "Snowball! Get down! Bad dog! You're getting hair all over me."
　　"Terri, he's just glad to see you."

　　Terri sighed and patted5) the trembling animal. "Sorry, boy. I didn't mean to yell."
　　Mrs. Wilson stopped the car in the driveway. Terri helped carry the groceries into the kitchen. Grumbling6) to herself, she pulled a carton7) of milk, some cans of apple juice, and a box of oatmeal8) from a bag. Why couldn't her mother buy chocolate milk and carbonated9) drinks and sugar-frosted10) puffs like Mrs. Hanson bought for Laurie?
　　Her two older brothers trooped into the kitchen. "We're starving. Is there anything to eat?"
　　Mrs. Wilson pointed to the fruit bowl and the boys grabbed the last two apples. Half a dozen oranges remained in the bowl. Terri clenched11) her fists. She hated peeling oranges. Wishing she were an only child like Jill MacDonald, she stomped off to her room.
　　Where was her tape player? She pawed aimlessly through the scattered piles of papers, books, and tapes littering her floor. Her mother refused to clean her bedroom; she said eleven-year-olds should be responsible for their own things. Terri snorted. Susan Brown was twelve, and her mother still picked up for her.
　　That evening Terri turned her basket of clean clothes upside down. The only pajamas she could find were the red flannel ones. She loved the soft feel of the material, but she hated the bright color. She called down the hall. "Did you do a wash today?"
　　"Yes."
　　"Did you wash my blue pajamas?"
　　"I don't think so. In fact, I don't think I washed anything of yours. Did you put your clothes in the hamper12)?"
　　Terri ground her teeth. She hated carrying her dirty clothes to the stupid hamper in the utility room. Why couldn't her mother gather up her laundry? After all, she walked by Terri's room at least fifty times a day. Amanda Cummings' mother always made sure her favorite clothes were clean. Once Amanda wore the same purple Capris13) every day for two weeks. She said her mom washed it every night and had it ready for her to wear the next day.
　　Terri pulled on the red pajamas and snuggled14) up to Buster, her teddy bear. Mom will have to sew his poor arm on again, she thought, closing her eyes.
　　Moments later, she heard a noise. Someone was vacuuming15). She opened one eye, then bolted16) upright17). There was Susan Brown's mother, cleaning the bedroom in the middle of the night?
　　Terri looked around the room, confused. Mrs. Brown had picked up all her clothes and toys and lined her shelves with books and tapes.

　　"I can't sew this threadbare18) thing!" yelled Mrs. Brown. She was swinging Buster Bear around Terri's head by one ragged ear. "We'll just have to throw it away!"

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