“And the winner,” said Mrs. Cordell, “will receive a check for one hundred dollars!”
“Oh, snap!” said Free.
Dyamonde did not even have to look at Free to know that his eyes were bugging out. She could just see him with imaginary dollar signs and little video games floating in front of him.
“Now, who would like an entry form?” asked the teacher.
Free’s hand shot up higher than anyone else’s. Dyamonde didn’t raise hers. She decided to wait for a math contest. That’s what she was best at. But she was curious to know who was trying out for the contest.
Damaris was a pretty girl, really tall, with skin like dark chocolate mixed with strawberries. Her reddish brown hair hung in heavy twists that made Dyamonde think of a lion’s mane.
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