Description: Clara Costa had only been at Kensington Middle School for a month, but already she understood the implications of a Blazer Day. All the Newsies did. When Wesley Ferris, editor-in-chief of the Kensington Middle School Gazette, showed up to school wearing a blazer, she meant business. So when the last bell rang on Tuesday afternoon, Clara was ready. She'd been watching the clock tick steadily toward 3:15 all through math class. The second it hit, she slammed her textbook shut, hopped out of her desk, and beelined for her meeting. Unfortunately, it was hard to get anywhere fast at Kensington Middle School, or KMS as the students called it. KMS was enormous--easily three times the size of High Park Public, where Clara had gone to elementary school--and jam-packed with what felt like three hundred times as many kids (though it was probably closer to ten). They surrounded her in the hallway, sweeping her along with them as they surged toward their lockers, laughing and shouting. "Excuse me." She tried to push her way across the hall. "Um, can I get through? I've got to--" A basketball sailed over her head and smacked the wall. Some kids gasped. Others guffawed. "Watch it," someone warned. "She's around here somewhere." Everyone paused to glance over their shoulders, including Clara. But Mrs. Major, the KMS custodian, was nowhere in sight. Relieved, she continued on, picking up the pace but being careful not to break into a run. Mrs. Major's Number One Rule--even more important than No Throwing Basketballs--was No Running in the Halls. And Mrs. Major was not to be disobeyed. Mrs. Major was even more intimidating than Wesley Ferris in a blazer.

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