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thought happily. I couldn’t help but notice how great Amanda looked. She had flecks of glitter spread over her cheeks, and her nails were painted perfectly, sporting Harrow’s school colors.
“Whoever taught you how to paint your nails sure did a fine job.” I let out a long whistle. She smiled halfheartedly.
“Yes, you did,” she admitted. “You look cute too,” she said stiffly, pointing at my curly ponytail, which was tied up with a gold ribbon. I also had glitter to put on my face for tryouts, but I was going to wait until Study Hall to put it on.
Amanda was staring at me intensely with an odd expression on her face. “Did you guys have a late night last night?” I asked, giving her a look that said I knew about the vandalism. She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.
“You don’t honestly think it was me, do you?” I gasped, taken aback. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Amanda. Or anyone, for that matter. I saw three people with Halloween masks throwing eggs and toilet paper. The sounds woke me up. I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew they were girls by looking at their bodies, obviously,” I told her, speaking fast so I could quickly dispel any wild ideas she had of me participating in something like that.
“It’s one thing for people to mess with me, but I won’t let anyone mess with my grandma,” she said, looking straight ahead with a hardened expression on her face. “I’m pretty sure your pal, Sydney, was one of them.” She turned back to face me angrily.
I shook my head. “No way. Sydney wouldn’t do something like that. And I talked to her on the phone last night! She was home, and getting ready to go to bed when we spoke.”
But I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself. Sydney had been hanging around with Genevieve and her pals lately…
“Yeah, right . And I guess you didn’t tell anyone about Ronnie coming over the other night, either?” She crossed her arms over her chest. When she saw the shocked look on my face, she smiled.
“There was a note in our mailbox this morning, telling my Grandma that I’ve been hooking up with Ronnie at night while she’s asleep. And guess what? It was signed ‘Dakota Densford—Your Concerned Neighbor.’ ”
My mouth fell open in surprise. I was utterly speechless. “I didn’t write that, Amanda! I would never do that!” I shouted, still confused about how a note with my name on it winded up in her grandma’s mailbox.
“My grandma was so upset about the vandalism and the note she told me that I may have to go back home to live with my junkie mom. Thanks a lot,” Amanda said bitterly, climbing on the bus as it squealed to a stop in front of us.
Chapter Twenty
Today we were learning principles of chromosomal inheritance in Biology. I really should have been listening, but my mind was spinning and my feelings were hurt. Only a fool wouldn’t understand the truth behind Amanda’s accusations this morning—Sydney betrayed me. I was the only person who saw Amanda and Ronnie’s secret nighttime rendezvous, and the only person I revealed that secret to was Sydney.
I wasn’t sure if Sydney was the one who actually wrote Amanda’s grandma the fake note and signed my name, but she was the one who caused it to happen, I had no doubt about that. I could imagine Tasha and Genevieve egging someone’s house, but I never thought Sydney would participate in something like that. I didn’t think she would break her word, and run and tell Genevieve about Amanda, either.
I let out a sigh, frustrated. At least I had tryouts to look forward to today.
When I walked into American History, I was happy to see Andy waiting for me. I took a seat next to him, tossing my backpack under my chair. He immediately started blabbing my ear off about a YouTube video with a dancing monkey, and I welcomed the distraction. He was so animated and lively as he described every little detail about the video and tried
“Whoever taught you how to paint your nails sure did a fine job.” I let out a long whistle. She smiled halfheartedly.
“Yes, you did,” she admitted. “You look cute too,” she said stiffly, pointing at my curly ponytail, which was tied up with a gold ribbon. I also had glitter to put on my face for tryouts, but I was going to wait until Study Hall to put it on.
Amanda was staring at me intensely with an odd expression on her face. “Did you guys have a late night last night?” I asked, giving her a look that said I knew about the vandalism. She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.
“You don’t honestly think it was me, do you?” I gasped, taken aback. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Amanda. Or anyone, for that matter. I saw three people with Halloween masks throwing eggs and toilet paper. The sounds woke me up. I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew they were girls by looking at their bodies, obviously,” I told her, speaking fast so I could quickly dispel any wild ideas she had of me participating in something like that.
“It’s one thing for people to mess with me, but I won’t let anyone mess with my grandma,” she said, looking straight ahead with a hardened expression on her face. “I’m pretty sure your pal, Sydney, was one of them.” She turned back to face me angrily.
I shook my head. “No way. Sydney wouldn’t do something like that. And I talked to her on the phone last night! She was home, and getting ready to go to bed when we spoke.”
But I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself. Sydney had been hanging around with Genevieve and her pals lately…
“Yeah, right . And I guess you didn’t tell anyone about Ronnie coming over the other night, either?” She crossed her arms over her chest. When she saw the shocked look on my face, she smiled.
“There was a note in our mailbox this morning, telling my Grandma that I’ve been hooking up with Ronnie at night while she’s asleep. And guess what? It was signed ‘Dakota Densford—Your Concerned Neighbor.’ ”
My mouth fell open in surprise. I was utterly speechless. “I didn’t write that, Amanda! I would never do that!” I shouted, still confused about how a note with my name on it winded up in her grandma’s mailbox.
“My grandma was so upset about the vandalism and the note she told me that I may have to go back home to live with my junkie mom. Thanks a lot,” Amanda said bitterly, climbing on the bus as it squealed to a stop in front of us.
Chapter Twenty
Today we were learning principles of chromosomal inheritance in Biology. I really should have been listening, but my mind was spinning and my feelings were hurt. Only a fool wouldn’t understand the truth behind Amanda’s accusations this morning—Sydney betrayed me. I was the only person who saw Amanda and Ronnie’s secret nighttime rendezvous, and the only person I revealed that secret to was Sydney.
I wasn’t sure if Sydney was the one who actually wrote Amanda’s grandma the fake note and signed my name, but she was the one who caused it to happen, I had no doubt about that. I could imagine Tasha and Genevieve egging someone’s house, but I never thought Sydney would participate in something like that. I didn’t think she would break her word, and run and tell Genevieve about Amanda, either.
I let out a sigh, frustrated. At least I had tryouts to look forward to today.
When I walked into American History, I was happy to see Andy waiting for me. I took a seat next to him, tossing my backpack under my chair. He immediately started blabbing my ear off about a YouTube video with a dancing monkey, and I welcomed the distraction. He was so animated and lively as he described every little detail about the video and tried
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