Another boy reached for my bottom and this boy grabbed his wrist. "Don't."

"Ow! Let go!"

"Tell your buddies to leave this lady alone. Got it?"

"Okay! Okay! Let me go!"

He did.

Then he pressed a green cube into my hand. "This is for you. School is not safe now. Go to the office. Your madre is waiting for you. We have a limo waiting."

I frowned at him. "A limo? How do you know?"

"Go and see. I wish you to be safe, and your madre also." He nodded towards my double, who winked. Her black hair had an even haircut, though. Are my brown eyes that dark? She's thinner, too, but definitely me and the orange España shirt looked newer. Her jeans weren't the cheap ones I wore, but the name-brand.

As she turned away, one of Kyle's friends reached down, then jerked his hand away. "Ow!" He held it with the other.

She giggled. "Don't play with fire next time!"

I made my way to the office. What's going on? Aliens are helping me?

People didn't seem to see me, but they didn't bump into me.

The bell rang.

I passed my locker, open, but empty. Did I think a new lock was going to stop them?

The office was a long walk, but people went to class and it was easier.

Beside me walked Ava. She sighed. "I have a lot of explaining to do, once we get in the limo." One hand pulled at her long, blond hair. Her eyes were red.

"You okay?"

"If you'll be my bestie again, yeah!"

I hugged her and we both sobbed. "I knew it wasn't real!"

"We have to hurry!" She stifled another sob and we walked fast.

Mama ran to us. She had that worried look in her dark eyes. Just took both our hands and we made for the front doors. She wasn't wearing her work suit, but jeans and a Mexico T in blue. She had her work purse, the pink gold one.

There was a teacher at the doors, but he startled when Mama pushed the door open. "What did that?" He didn't follow us.

At the curb was a purple limo. Purple? Two men in white opened the doors for us. Mama looked back then got in first. Then I sat beside her and Ava, beside me. They closed the doors, but we waited for Mama to say something. Across from her was a man in white. She waited for him.

He had huge blue eyes and blond hair. "I am sorry we had to do this. Ms. Diaz, your employer is a slaver. When we knew of it, we arranged for you to meet with us and brought you here to your daughter and her friend, who helped us. There is a large drug ring in Atlanta, and Heron's Flowers is a front for it. The deliveries you arrange from warehouse to warehouse is not flowers or supplies for florists."

Her voice quivered. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, not in any way! Neither are you, Miss Greenfield. Atlanta Police will thank you for the information you gave to Denny this morning. Because of it, our operative exposed Kyle Ronson as a drug dealer."

I saw my friend in a new light! "Wow, you're brave!"

"No, I was scared to death! Denny approached me yesterday when I reported Kyle for following me into the girls' room again. He asked me to act friendly to him last night. I played hard to get. This morning he was on my bus and I let him sit with me. Ugh, I feel filthy! But, sure enough, I saw stuff in his backpack and asked him about it. He told me if I was smart, I wouldn't say anything. I can be a pretty good actress when I wanna be. Maybe he was testing my loyalty. But this boy showed up in the girls' room instead of him and had me walk up to the office. He said Kyle's in trouble, and I'm so glad it's over! But what'll I do about school tomorrow? And I saw poor Cho's locker!" She cried.

The man waved, and all my stuff floated in front of me! "Oh, look, Ava, it's all here!"

She pulled a very wrinkled photo of Mama and I from her jeans pocket. But, it floated near her, in perfect condition. "I tried to save this, but I ruined it!"

"O, it is a copy. We left copies of her things that people quickly lost. They did nae see anything she wished to keep private."

I grabbed my diary from last year. Stupid of me, to take that to school, but I was still adding to it. The lock was still tight. Nothing else was that embarrassing.