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andlt;b/andgt;andlt;BRandgt;Michael K. knew his first day in a new school in a new city was going to be weird. How could a first day at someplace in Brooklyn, New York, called P.S. 858 not be weird?andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;He just had no idea it could be this weird.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;Michael K. had been in fifth grade for only twenty minutes, and alreadyandlt;BRandgt;andlt;olandgt;andlt;liandgt;andlt;BRandgt;Mrs. Halley had stuck him in the slow group with the two strange new kids,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;/liandgt;andlt;liandgt;andlt;BRandgt;the new girl had eaten half of his only pencil, andandlt;BRandgt;andlt;/liandgt;andlt;liandgt;andlt;BRandgt;the new boy had just told Michael K. that they were Spaceheadz from another planet.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;/liandgt;andlt;/olandgt;andlt;BRandgt;