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idea what you’re doing at home. But somehow, someway, someone else does. And you can probably guess who that someone is!
    I sure can. Because now that I think about it, I know only one person has that kind of sneaky superpower.
    Annika.

Chapter 3

DEMERITS: 375
GOLD STARS: 100
    F irst, fold the paper in half. Then unfold it. Next fold it in half the other way. Then unfold it. Now you have four perfect squares. See?”
    I do. But I don’t quite believe it.
    â€œLemon, no offense . . . but where did this new hobby come from?”
    We’re talking via our K-Paks’ video-chat feature, which was magically remotely installed on our devices last night. This would be a shocking high-tech achievement back at CloudviewMiddle School, where notes are still taken with paper and pencils, but I learned fast that Kilter’s ahead of the technological curve. So when I woke up this morning to Lemon staring at me from my nightstand, where I’d put my K-Pak before going to sleep, I was only slightly freaked out. After I blinked and he was still there, I put two and two together—and was just really excited to see him.
    â€œWhy would I be offended?” Lemon asks.
    â€œYou wouldn’t be,” I say. “Or shouldn’t be. This . . . just seems a little unlike you. That’s all.”
    His eyes hold mine. Then his head turns slowly, stopping only when his neck won’t twist anymore. Several strings crisscross the wall behind him. Hanging from them are dozens of brightly colored paper shapes. There are red paper dogs. Purple paper hats. Blue paper airplanes. Pink paper hearts. All of which Lemon made himself.
    He turns back. “It’s origami. The traditional Japanese art of paper folding.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œJapan’s cool.”
    â€œIt is. And paper’s awesome.” I don’t have strong feelings oneway or the other about this nearly extinct material, but if folding it makes Lemon happy, it makes me happy too. “You just never did it at Kilter. Or ever said anything about it.”
    The corners of his lips turn down. Then they lift and his mouth settles into an even line. “I made a shark out of a piece of tinfoil the other day and gave it to my little brother. He really liked it, so I went online to find out how to make other things. That’s how I learned about origami. You need special square paper to do it, so my mom and I went to the craft store.”
    Before I can say anything, there’s a knock on his bedroom door.
    â€œEnter,” Lemon says.
    The door opens. A shorter, skinnier version of my best friend hurries into the room and holds up a giant matchstick.
    â€œLook what I found!”
    Lemon peers over his shoulder. Then he drops the piece of paper he’s been folding and jumps up. “Finn. Where’d you get that?”
    â€œThe garbage,” Lemon’s little brother says. “It’s yours, right?”
    â€œIt was mine. Before I threw it out.”
    â€œBut it still works. See?” Finn presses a button. An orangeflame appears at the top of the long lighter. “If you don’t want it, can I—”
    Lemon dashes across the room and snatches away the fire starter. “Play with these instead.” He thrusts a stack of paper at Finn, ushers him out of the room, and closes the door. Then he returns to his desk, picks up the paper he dropped, and continues folding. “Sorry about that.”
    â€œNo problem,” I say.
    â€œAnyway. You wouldn’t believe how many different kinds of paper there are. All colors. All sizes. Some are shiny. Some even have glitter.”
    â€œIt seems like a fun hobby. And you’re obviously great at it. But—”
    â€œSon!”
    I jump. Dad knocks on my bedroom door.
    â€œI’m off to work! And your mother’s already left for her spa day with the girls. We’ll both be back around five. Have fun! See you