" Stupid English." " English isn't stupid," I say." Well, my English teacher is." He makes a face. " Mr. Franklin assigned an essay about our favorite subject, and I wanted to write about lunch, but he won't let me." " Why not?" " He says lunch isn't a subject." I glance at him. " It isn't." " Well," Jacob says, " it's not a predicate, either. Shouldn't he know that? "