“What if we do it on snow?”

“Snow?”

“Mitts, tell us everything you know about snow.”

I glanced over at Mitts, who raised her head and widened her eyes at the same time.  She looked between K.D. and me.    

“I don’t know much.  It didn’t really snow where we were.”

Mitts and her family had moved almost a year ago and ended up in our classes and our neighborhood—lucky for us.  The three of us were gathered around my kitchen table, tossing around ideas for our big final group project in Ms. Wallenwein’s life sciences class.

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