In Spanish, Tom had to sit on the floor since there were no seats left since they had just gotten a new foreign exchange student from Thailand named Ibithithian ((Ee-buh-thee-thee-in)). He sat by Banana.

“Call me Ib((Eeb))” he said.

“Ok?” said Banana.

Tom hated Ib. He took his seat.

After school, Strudel, Strawberry, Pancake, Waffles and California drove home in Strudel’s new car. They passed Doreen and Fiona, who looked envious in their white convertible. Strudel’s car was a pale blue slug bug.

“Hey, there’s Ib!” Waffles shouted as she saw Ib walking down the sidewalk. “Hey Ib!” she rolled down the window.

“Who the fuck is Ib?” asked Strudel.

“He’s in my Spanish class!” said Waffles.

“Hey Wuffalz” said Ib, with his Thai accent.

“Where do you live?” Waffles asked, as Strudel slowed down the car.

“Needmoc idgeer?” said Ib.

“Awesome!” said Waffles. “Strudel, think you could fit Ib in the car?”

“Sure” said Strudel, as Tom watched with envy from afar.