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“Too shy. I’m trying to show him the ropes. Break him in slowly. Maybe I could come in his place.”
    â€œI don’t think so,” April-May said.
    â€œWe heard he’s a total angel,” Flora said. “Send him over, Bernie.”
    â€œI get to meet him first,” Fauna said.
    â€œNo. Me,” her sister shot back. “Because I heard about him first.”
    â€œI heard about him last year,” Fauna said.
    â€œI heard about him two years ago,” Flora replied.
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    SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
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    They started pounding each other again. It was pretty ugly.
    April-May jogged off to the library. I turned and slumped back to the dorm, thinking hard.
    Maybe I should give Angel a break. Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe he did want to be best friends. Maybe he wasn’t evil.
    I climbed the stairs to my room. I’ll try being nice, I decided.
    After all, who on this planet is nicer than Bernie B.?
    I stepped into the room with a dazzling smile on my face. Glanced around—and let out a
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    GAAAAAACK!

Chapter 7
G AAAAACK !
    My mouth dropped open. My tongue hung out. I made HUNH-HUNH panting sounds. And I stared at the posters tacked on the walls. More angel posters. Dozens of them.
    Little baby angels with pink cheeks and fluffy wings. All with Angel’s face. Flying all over MY walls!
    â€œI hope you don’t mind,” Angel said. He was sitting on MY bed. “The angels are just so CUTE!” He giggled. “And Mrs. Heinie really liked them, too. She helped me tack them up.”

    GAAAAAAACK!
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    â€œHunh-hunh-hunh,” I said.
    â€œOh, my gosh and goodness. I’ve been really busy,” Angel said. He jumped up and moved to the dresser. “I put my clothes in the bottom drawer like you said, Bernie. But I looked in the other drawers. And I saw your stuff was all wrinkled and jammed in.”
    â€œSo?” I asked.
    â€œSo I pulled everything out,” Angel said. “I piled your stuff on the closet floor, where you’ll have more room.”
    My mouth dropped open even lower. My jaw was hanging around my knees! “You—you took over the whole dresser? You threw all my clothes on the closet floor?” I stammered.
    â€œDon’t thank me,” Angel said. He flashed me one of his sparkling smiles.
    â€œI’m happy to help you out, Bernie,since you’re my new best friend.”
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    GAAAAACK!
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    I knew it. I KNEW it. It didn’t take me long to figure out this dude’s plan. Forget the angel act. He wanted to take over my room. He wanted to force me OUT!
    â€œI totally like those two tall, thin friends of yours,” he said. “Feenman and Crench? They were so nice to me. I had to reward them.”
    â€œReward them?” I said weakly.
    He nodded. “Yeah. I gave them a bunch of candy bars I found in your closet. It made them really happy.”
    I let out a shriek. “My Nutty Nutty Bars? You gave them my Nutty Nutty Bars? But I get two dollars each for those candy bars!”
    Angel’s angelic smile spread until I thought his cheeks would burst. “It’snice to do good things for others. Don’t you agree?”
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    GAAAAACK!
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    If he wanted to do good things, why did he have to use MY candy bars?
    I lurched across the hall into Feenman and Crench’s room. They were both stretched out on their bunk beds, stuffing their faces with chocolate bars.
    â€œGet up. We’ve got work to do,” I said. “We’ve gotta get that new kid out of my room. Out of Rotten House! He doesn’t belong in our dorm.”
    CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP!
    They didn’t answer me for a long time. Their cheeks were bulging with Nutty Nutty Bars.
    â€œBig B, Angel is a great guy,” Feenman said finally. He had chocolate smeared on his cheeks and chin. And how did he get it on his forehead? “He gave us allthese Nutty Nutty Bars—for free !”
    â€œYeah.