was carried away into the crowd.
It was really loud with chanting, singing, and music. Finn got close to me and spoke right into my ear. âLooks like fun. Letâs hang out. Get a soda?â
âOkay. But weâre looking for Anna.â
âGot it.â Finn went off to grab us something to drink.
I walked around in search of Anna in the huge crowd. Someone stepped on my foot, untying my shoelaces. As I bent down to tie them, someone tripped over my back, and the next thing I knew, Enzo was on the ground next to me.
Someone asked him, âAre you okay?â
Someone else yelled, âCall an ambulance!â
Enzo stood up slowly, rubbed his head and his lower back. âNo worries. Iâm a tough rugby player.â Blood dripped from his hairline.
Finn returned with two Cokes, stopping short when he saw Enzo. âLook what I did,â I said. âWe have to find Anna OâToole before something else bad happens.â
I was pushed and shoved and found myself among the green team, the ones whoâd lost the rugby game, but youâd never know it. They were covered in crusty mud, arm in arm, singing songs of victory. Someone threw an arm over my shoulder and included me in a row of high kicks, which I was good at, but I had to find Anna.
A girl shouldered her way into the team with fists full of warm soft pretzels. She looked a little older than me and was tall and muscular. Her hair was short, the same color and wavy-frizzy as mine. Her eye was swollen, her lip was fat, and drops of dried blood were around her nose. She was très muddy. Everyone took a pretzel and patted her on the back.
I asked her, âYou played too?â
âOf course. GIRLS RULE!â Her voice was high andgirly. It didnât match her tough and dirty appearance. âWant a pretzel?â
âSure. Thanks.â I took one. âIâm Meghan.â
âHi, Meghan.â She took a huge bite of the pretzel. âIâm so hungry.â She took mustard packets out of her pocket. âYou like mustard?â She opened one and squeezed it into her mouth.
âSure,â I said. âOn my pretzel.â
She opened another and squeezed it onto both of our pretzels.
Someone in a green shirt called, âWhere is our MVP? Whereâs our most valuable player?â
Another player yelled, âAnna! Whereâs Anna?â
Anna?
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T he girl with the mustard called back, âYoo-hoo. Iâm over here.â She wiggled her fingers and tilted her head in a cute way, which was weird, considering she looked like a boy covered in mud.
This was Anna? I took a closer look. Of course this was Anna! Besides the age and height difference, and the cuts and bruises, it was like I was looking into a mirror.
âThereâs our girl!â A guy put a ridiculous green-and-white beret on her head. The way her hair stuck out underneath it made her look less like a punching bag and more like a girl.
âAre you Anna OâToole?â
âThatâs me. How did you know that? I know Iâm popular,but has word of my reputation reached America already?â
âI donât think so. But Iâm sure it will soon,â I said. âYou know, funny thing, I actually came here looking for you.â
âYou did? Do you follow rugby? You donât seem the type.â
âThereâs a type?â
âWell, theyâre usually not American. Sometimes English or Scottish, and theyâre usually taller.â
âTaller?â I didnât think I was short.
She nodded and wiped mustard off her mouth with her arm.
I said, âI was looking for you because of a letter, a chain letter.â
âHey,â Anna said. âI got a chain letter too. Not that long ago.â
âI know. You sent it to Clare, your cousin.â
âThatâs right. We call her CiCi.â She looked surprised. âHow did you know that? Wait, are you