We were driving and driving and this time it was me who would not tell Skyler what is wrong. The doubleheaded dog bit me every time I picked it up. Then it was time for writing class and we were all in the pool. We made our own floats out of baking soda and vinegar. They foamed up and froze into big gray porous lumps. I was holding a whole stack of assignments and couldn't pick one. That girl hated me. That boy would not shut up. It was a murder before it was a murder and we hung up on the FBI.