My secret sits at the back of my throat like a balled-up spider. I don't like it there. Who would? Spider secrets are the worst. For a whole year, I've been trying to figure out a way to get this one out, but I'm afraid if I move, that secret might stretch out its legs and crawl down my throat, all the way to my stomach where I'll never be able to reach it. Shy Novalee starts the fourth grade determined to make friends...