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nodded. “It sounds like you did a great deal of research. Excellent work, Kenzie.”
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    Mickey couldn’t wait to find JC in the cafeteria and tell him the news.
    â€œWhat was the verdict?” he asked as she raced over to his table.
    â€œHe loved it. He gave me a four plus.”
    â€œAre you kidding me?” JC gasped. “No one gets a four plus in Kaye’s class. I doubt even Bridget Lee herself would get a four plus. Mickey, you did it!”
    Mickey felt like she was walking on air. Nothing could bring her down, not even Jade strolling over to their table.
    â€œI hear FAB has a new fashion star.” She smiled sweetly. “Congrats, Kenzie.”
    â€œUm, thanks,” Mickey said. “That’s really nice of you, Jade.”
    â€œOf course it is!” Jade smiled brightly.
    â€œI guess FAB has a new fashion diva, and it’s not La Lee,” JC teased her.
    The smile vanished from Jade’s face. “What do you mean?”
    â€œI just mean that Mickey is giving you a run for your money,” he replied. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she won Runway Showdown this semester.”
    Jade gritted her teeth. “I’m going to win Showdown,” she said.
    â€œYa think?” JC mocked her. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”
    Jade turned to Mickey. “Let’s be clear: there’s only room for one design diva here, and that’s me. You got lucky this time—thanks to me taking you shopping. You’re welcome!”
    She turned on her wedge heel and strutted back to her table of minions.
    â€œShe’s delusional,” JC said. Then he noticed Mickey’s worried look. “You okay?”
    Mickey shook off Jade’s nasty dig and tried to remind herself that she had won this fashion challenge all by herself and wowed her teacher. Her design was great, and no one could take that away from her.
    â€œI’m more than okay,” she said. “I’m just getting started.”

“Earth to Mickey? Come in, Mickey!” her mom said, waving a plate of chocolate chip waffles under her nose. She placed a tall glass of chocolate milk next to it. “It’s not like you to let your favorite breakfast get cold.”
    Mickey sighed. “Sorry, Mom. I was just thinking.”
    Her mother pulled up a chair at the kitchen table next to her. “Okay. Spill. What’s bugging you?”
    Mickey didn’t know where to begin. When she came home this weekend to Philly, all she could think about was her Apparel Arts final challenge. Mr. Kaye was going to reveal the theme on Monday, and she’d have only a month to design and construct it.
    â€œI just really want to show everyone I belong at FAB,” she said quietly.
    â€œOf course you belong!” her mother insisted. “You’ve been getting straight As in all of your classes. I couldn’t be prouder!”
    Mickey nodded. When she told her mom about the four plus on her fashion design, she left out the part about her masquerading as “Kenzie Wills” to win everyone over. What would her mom say if she knew that she was lying every day?
    â€œI know what would cheer you up! Let’s hit the flea market,” her mom said, sipping her coffee.
    Mickey nodded. “I could use a few new outfits for school,” she said. “Maybe some cashmere sweaters…”
    Her mom nearly spit out her coffee. “Cashmere sweaters? Since when do you like cashmere sweaters? Your taste has certainly changed since you started at that school. What happened to the girl who made her own patchwork pants out of some old tablecloths?”
    â€œI’m just trying to fit in,” Mickey insisted. “You should see how Jade dresses! Everything has a designer label.”
    Her mom looked concerned. “You never used to care what other people wore,” she reminded her. “Don’t you always tell me,