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her while Kristen adjusted her pink rain hat. Claire felt a rush of intense heat all over her body, like she had been instantly sunburned.
Nina started laughing.
“Uh, I didn’t mean it like that Kristen,” Claire said. “I just meant—”
“It’s okay.” Kristen looked down at the cold concrete floor.
“By the way, Kristen, I love your hat.” Layne smiled. “I would totally wear that.”
“Great,” Kristen said under her breath.
Suddenly, frantic newscast music blasted through the PA system in the Café, rescuing everyone from the awkward conversation.
“What is that?” Dylan screeched.
The music faded out and the
click-clack
ing sound of fingers typing on a keyboard remained.
“It sounds like hail.” Kristen covered her ears.
“Good thing you have that hat.” Massie rolled her eyes.
Kristen stuck out her tongue.
“I’m kidding!”
Finally, Alicia spoke.
What’s up, OCD? I’m Alicia Rivera, kicking off the New Year with a very exciting newscast
. . . .
Everyone applauded. Claire could even hear muffled cheers coming from the halls. Alicia must have heard it all the way from the audio booth, because she paused, waiting for the applause to die down.
Claire remembered when Comma Dee used to do the OCD news. She would tell corny jokes and rap the headlines. The entire school would cringe with embarrassment. But the girls in the Café seems to like Alicia’s straightforward six-o’clock news delivery, because everyone had turned to face the speakers, anxious for her to continue.
If you’ve been anywhere near the Café today you know that Virgins is open for business. Congratulations, Sage!
More applause. Sage bowed graciously with her hands in prayer position.
“Easy, Buddha.” Massie muttered under her breath.
Today’s special juice cocktail is the all-natural fruit-and-soy-based Low-Fat Lover in honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day dance!!!!
The Café exploded with excitement. Napkins were thrown in the air and a few empty fat-free fro yo containers were chucked into the crowd. Alicia quickly changed her tone, as if she could sense the disruption.
Who’s ready for the details?
(Cheers)
Alicia giggled to herself like a TV anchorwoman would after bantering with the wannabe-funny weather guy. Claire pictured Alicia sitting at her desk, nervously shuffling her papers, waiting for the right moment to get back to business.
This year’s theme is Love Struck. One week from Friday, all the OCD girls will meet at the Briarwood Academy soccer field after the big playoff game to pick dates. But there’s a catch . . . literally. The guys will be dressed in Velcro suits, and you will each get five Velcro-tipped arrows. All you have to do is shoot the guy you like and he’s all yours. If you don’t catch anyone, you have to wait to be asked, unless of course you—giggle!—want to go alone. And as always, the most ah-dorable couple gets the Cupid Award. So I suggest you eat a lot of lean protein Thursday night, wear comfortable shoes, and run like panty-hose. Don’t let your dream guy get away. . . .
This has been Alicia Rivera for OCD news saying, I heart you.
(Roaring applause)
“Did you hear
that
?” Massie’s amber eyes were wide with excitement.
“Yeah, we have to run!” Dylan whined. “This sucks.”
“No, the Cupid Award! If I can get Derrington into a pair of long pants, I bet we actually have a chance of winning.”
“Seventh graders never win the Cupid.” Kristen shook her head in awe.
“Until now.” Massie threw her arms in the air like someone who’d jumped out of a birthday cake to
ta-da
music.
Claire smiled with admiration. She loved Massie’s tireless ambition.
“At least
we
don’t have to worry about all of that humiliating chasing.” Massie turned toward Claire. “It’s a total given that Derrington and Cam will stand still for us.”
“What makes you so sure?” Nina purred.
“They like us. You know, more than friends,” Claire
Nina started laughing.
“Uh, I didn’t mean it like that Kristen,” Claire said. “I just meant—”
“It’s okay.” Kristen looked down at the cold concrete floor.
“By the way, Kristen, I love your hat.” Layne smiled. “I would totally wear that.”
“Great,” Kristen said under her breath.
Suddenly, frantic newscast music blasted through the PA system in the Café, rescuing everyone from the awkward conversation.
“What is that?” Dylan screeched.
The music faded out and the
click-clack
ing sound of fingers typing on a keyboard remained.
“It sounds like hail.” Kristen covered her ears.
“Good thing you have that hat.” Massie rolled her eyes.
Kristen stuck out her tongue.
“I’m kidding!”
Finally, Alicia spoke.
What’s up, OCD? I’m Alicia Rivera, kicking off the New Year with a very exciting newscast
. . . .
Everyone applauded. Claire could even hear muffled cheers coming from the halls. Alicia must have heard it all the way from the audio booth, because she paused, waiting for the applause to die down.
Claire remembered when Comma Dee used to do the OCD news. She would tell corny jokes and rap the headlines. The entire school would cringe with embarrassment. But the girls in the Café seems to like Alicia’s straightforward six-o’clock news delivery, because everyone had turned to face the speakers, anxious for her to continue.
If you’ve been anywhere near the Café today you know that Virgins is open for business. Congratulations, Sage!
More applause. Sage bowed graciously with her hands in prayer position.
“Easy, Buddha.” Massie muttered under her breath.
Today’s special juice cocktail is the all-natural fruit-and-soy-based Low-Fat Lover in honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day dance!!!!
The Café exploded with excitement. Napkins were thrown in the air and a few empty fat-free fro yo containers were chucked into the crowd. Alicia quickly changed her tone, as if she could sense the disruption.
Who’s ready for the details?
(Cheers)
Alicia giggled to herself like a TV anchorwoman would after bantering with the wannabe-funny weather guy. Claire pictured Alicia sitting at her desk, nervously shuffling her papers, waiting for the right moment to get back to business.
This year’s theme is Love Struck. One week from Friday, all the OCD girls will meet at the Briarwood Academy soccer field after the big playoff game to pick dates. But there’s a catch . . . literally. The guys will be dressed in Velcro suits, and you will each get five Velcro-tipped arrows. All you have to do is shoot the guy you like and he’s all yours. If you don’t catch anyone, you have to wait to be asked, unless of course you—giggle!—want to go alone. And as always, the most ah-dorable couple gets the Cupid Award. So I suggest you eat a lot of lean protein Thursday night, wear comfortable shoes, and run like panty-hose. Don’t let your dream guy get away. . . .
This has been Alicia Rivera for OCD news saying, I heart you.
(Roaring applause)
“Did you hear
that
?” Massie’s amber eyes were wide with excitement.
“Yeah, we have to run!” Dylan whined. “This sucks.”
“No, the Cupid Award! If I can get Derrington into a pair of long pants, I bet we actually have a chance of winning.”
“Seventh graders never win the Cupid.” Kristen shook her head in awe.
“Until now.” Massie threw her arms in the air like someone who’d jumped out of a birthday cake to
ta-da
music.
Claire smiled with admiration. She loved Massie’s tireless ambition.
“At least
we
don’t have to worry about all of that humiliating chasing.” Massie turned toward Claire. “It’s a total given that Derrington and Cam will stand still for us.”
“What makes you so sure?” Nina purred.
“They like us. You know, more than friends,” Claire
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