Today at school my teacher, Mary, called my group to the reading circle. Everyone else read at their tables or in the book corner. Mary said, "Justin, will you start?" When we go to the reading circle we read from a special book called People and Pets.Justin read a story about a dog named Goldie.   Then Lila read about a cat called Sammy. Sammy the cat wasn't anything like my cat. "I could write a better story about Fluzzy," I told Mary.   Mary said, "I'd like to see that story, Jake." Then she asked me to read. Just as I was about to start, another teacher came into our room and whispered something to Mary. "I have to step into the hall for a minute," Mary told our group. "I'll be rightback." She looked at me. "Go ahead, Jake."   "The name of this story is Ben, " I said. I cleared my throat twice. "Ben is my fiend." Maggie laughed. I didn't know why. So I kept reading. "I'm glad he's my fiend because . . ."   Everyone but David laughed this time. Justin laughed so hard he fell off his chair. When he did, his chair toppled over too. That made everyone laugh harder.   "What?" I said to my group.   "Fiend?" Maggie said. "Ben is your fiend?"   My group couldn't stop laughing. Even David laughed.   Wendy, our helper teacher, came across the room. She sat in Mary's chair. "What's up?" she asked.   "He thinks . . ." Maggie started to say. "He thinks . . ." But she was laughing so hard she couldn't finish.   So Lila finished for her. "He thinks Ben is his fiend."   "What's a fiend?" David asked.   I was wondering the same thing.   "Justin, pick up your chair," Wendy said. Then she looked at me. "Jake, do you know what a fiend is?"   "No," I said.   "Can anyone help us?" Wendy asked.   Justin didn't raise his hand. He just spit it out. "A fiend is a monster! A fiend is evil."   I felt my face turn hot. I felt really stupid.   "Jake," Wendy said. "Look at the picture of the two boys in the story."   The boys in the picture were laughing. They looked like friends. "Now . . . why don't you start reading again," Wendy said.   "Ben is my fiend," I began. I meant to say friend. But fiend just slipped out.   Now my group was out of control. "Let's settle down, please," Wendy said. She printed both words on the board. "Jake, can you find the difference between friend and fiend?"   I looked at both words. They looked almost the same. But one had an r and one didn't. So I said, "Oh, I get it! A fiend is a friend without the r."   Now my group went crazy. Wendy couldn't get them to stop. I wanted to disappear. I pictured myself walking out of class, down the hall, out the front door, and all the way home. Instead, I just sat there. When Maggie laughs it sounds like she's screaming.When David laughs he sounds like a seal. Justin holds his breath when he laughs. His face gets so red it looks like he's about to explode.   The rest of the class was wondering what was going on. You could hear them whispering. Wendy clapped her hands. "Okay, that's enough! Maggie, take a turn reading, please."   "Where should I start?" Maggie asked when she finally calmed down.   "Why don't you start at the beginning of the story," Wendy said.   Maggie took a big breath. Then she started to read. "Ben is my fiend. I'm glad he's my fiend because . . ."   But no one was listening. They were shrieking and stomping their feet. Lila held her stomach. "It hurts . . ." she cried. "It hurts to laugh so hard!"   Wendy said, "Maggie . . . the word is friend!" You could tell from her voice that she'd had enough.   "I know!" Maggie said.   "Then why did you say fiend?" Wendy asked.   "I didn't mean to. . . ."   That's when Mary came back into the room. "Everything okay?" she asked Wendy, looking at us. Mary always knows when something is going on.   "Just a little mix-up," Wendy explained, giving Mary back her chair.       Later, on the playground, my class made a circle like when we were in kindergarten. But instead of "Duck, duck, goose," Lila called, "Friend, friend, fiend!" She tapped me for fiend. I had to run around the circle trying to catch her. It didn't feel good.It didn't feel funny. Then everyone did it. Even Justin. And he's supposed to be my best friend. That was the worst.       At dinner, the Great One looked at me and said, "What's wrong?"   "Who says anything's wrong?"   "I can tell."   Mom said, "Is something wrong, Jake?"   "I made a mistake in reading group." I pushed my pasta around on my plate.   "Everyone makes mistakes," Mom said.   "Not this mistake."   "I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Dad said.   "Oh, yes it was!" I told him.   Mom, Dad, and the Great One waited for me to tell them more. But I didn't. The Great One started guessing. "Did you say a bad word? Is that it?"   "No."   "Did you leave out a word?"   "No."   "Did you mix up two words?"   "Maybe," I said. How did she know that was it?   "Everyone does that," she said. "It's no big deal."   But it was a big deal to me.       The next day at school when Maggie saw me she said, "Hi, fiend!" Everyone laughed.   On the playground I didn't play any games. I climbed to the top of the monkey bars and stayed there.   "Help . . . fiend!" Victor called, pointing to me.   Everyone laughed again.   The next day at morning meeting, Mary asked if I could give the weather report. I shook my head even though I knew the weather. So Justin got to be weather reporter instead. And Dylan got to ask the riddle of the day. Excerpted from Friend or Fiend? with the Pain and the Great One by Judy Blume All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.