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like, someone who can spell would be a bonus. Amber’s grammar isn’t great, and she types like a snail.”
“So do you,” he points out.
She gives a laugh. “I think you’ll find writing’s my thing, not typing. That’s why we have minions.”
Paddy turns to me again, an amused look on his face. “Feel like dropping out of school to become a copy slave? Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Amy,” I say. “Amy Green.”
The D4 whips around and looks directly at me for the first time. My jaw drops. The hair’s utterly different, the goth makeup has been replaced with thick orange goo, and the accent has morphed into a mid-Atlantic drawl, but I’d recognize those piercing ice-blue eyes anywhere.
Pógarooney!
It’s Cliona Bang.
Cliona has only gone and reinvented herself as a D4. Horrifying! I have to warn Clover, but I’m rooted to the spot.
Cliona narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What are
you
doing here?”
“I’m with Clover,” I say, trying not to sound intimidated, even though I am. “You remember Clover, don’t you?”
Something flickers over Cliona’s face — worry, panic? It’s hard to tell. But within nanoseconds the frown is back. “So Clover’s finally decided to give college a try.” She raises her perfectly plucked eyebrows. “Wonder how long she’ll last.”
Paddy is looking at me with interest. “How do you know our esteemed leader, then, Amy?” he asks.
“Cliona used to be a friend of my aunt’s,” I explain. “When she was still a goth.”
Cliona squeals. “I was never a goth.”
I stare at her. “You refused to leave the house without black fingernails and lips.”
“That’s just not true.”
Paddy grins. “Reinventing your past, Cliona? I like it. You have far more depth than I’d given you credit for.”
“And you used to wear black lace gloves and thick white—” I continue.
“Amy!” Cliona says strongly. “Stop or I’ll—”
“Or you’ll what?” Clover appears behind me. She’s pale and her hands are shaking. I pray Cliona doesn’t notice.
There’s a loaded silence.
“So the college dropout is back,” Cliona says eventually.
Clover pulls herself up straighter. “I took a gap year, Cliona. It’s hardly unheard of.”
“She’s been writing for the
Goss
,” I say protectively.
Cliona’s face is a study in unimpressed. “The magazine for tweenies?”
Paddy coughs. “Cliona? Can I just say something? Obviously you two know each other from before, but we could use a decent writer on the mag, and it sounds like Clover’s got all the right credentials. How about forgetting the past and letting Clover join the team as our new features writer? I’m Paddy, by the way, assistant editor.” He gives Clover a lopsided grin.
“I’m afraid the features position has already been allocated, Paddy,” Cliona says quickly, blinking a couple of times.
“Since when?” he asks.
“Since a few minutes ago,” she says. “I’ve just appointed Amber Horsefell.”
“But—” Paddy says.
Cliona puts her hand up to stop him. “I’ve made up my mind. Sorry, Paddy. She’s perfect for the job.”
Cliona turns to Clover. “I’m afraid all the slots on the mag are taken this year. And now I have to run. I’m meeting
Kendall
for lunch.” She gives Clover a smug smile, and for a split second I want to punch her.
Clover looks like she’s about to faint.
Don’t crumble,
I plead under my breath.
Stand your ground, Clover.
But instead of saying anything, Clover staggers sideways. I grab her arm and right her. I have to get her out of there, and quickly.
“Apologies, Cliona,” I say. “We’re in a rush too. We’re meeting Clover’s boyfriend, and we’re already late. He’s in a band. The Golden Lions. You’ve probably heard of them. They’re the next big thing.”
Cliona looks at Clover again. Her eyes are hard to read, but there is some sort of emotion flickering behind them. “Must dash,” is all she says. And
“So do you,” he points out.
She gives a laugh. “I think you’ll find writing’s my thing, not typing. That’s why we have minions.”
Paddy turns to me again, an amused look on his face. “Feel like dropping out of school to become a copy slave? Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Amy,” I say. “Amy Green.”
The D4 whips around and looks directly at me for the first time. My jaw drops. The hair’s utterly different, the goth makeup has been replaced with thick orange goo, and the accent has morphed into a mid-Atlantic drawl, but I’d recognize those piercing ice-blue eyes anywhere.
Pógarooney!
It’s Cliona Bang.
Cliona has only gone and reinvented herself as a D4. Horrifying! I have to warn Clover, but I’m rooted to the spot.
Cliona narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What are
you
doing here?”
“I’m with Clover,” I say, trying not to sound intimidated, even though I am. “You remember Clover, don’t you?”
Something flickers over Cliona’s face — worry, panic? It’s hard to tell. But within nanoseconds the frown is back. “So Clover’s finally decided to give college a try.” She raises her perfectly plucked eyebrows. “Wonder how long she’ll last.”
Paddy is looking at me with interest. “How do you know our esteemed leader, then, Amy?” he asks.
“Cliona used to be a friend of my aunt’s,” I explain. “When she was still a goth.”
Cliona squeals. “I was never a goth.”
I stare at her. “You refused to leave the house without black fingernails and lips.”
“That’s just not true.”
Paddy grins. “Reinventing your past, Cliona? I like it. You have far more depth than I’d given you credit for.”
“And you used to wear black lace gloves and thick white—” I continue.
“Amy!” Cliona says strongly. “Stop or I’ll—”
“Or you’ll what?” Clover appears behind me. She’s pale and her hands are shaking. I pray Cliona doesn’t notice.
There’s a loaded silence.
“So the college dropout is back,” Cliona says eventually.
Clover pulls herself up straighter. “I took a gap year, Cliona. It’s hardly unheard of.”
“She’s been writing for the
Goss
,” I say protectively.
Cliona’s face is a study in unimpressed. “The magazine for tweenies?”
Paddy coughs. “Cliona? Can I just say something? Obviously you two know each other from before, but we could use a decent writer on the mag, and it sounds like Clover’s got all the right credentials. How about forgetting the past and letting Clover join the team as our new features writer? I’m Paddy, by the way, assistant editor.” He gives Clover a lopsided grin.
“I’m afraid the features position has already been allocated, Paddy,” Cliona says quickly, blinking a couple of times.
“Since when?” he asks.
“Since a few minutes ago,” she says. “I’ve just appointed Amber Horsefell.”
“But—” Paddy says.
Cliona puts her hand up to stop him. “I’ve made up my mind. Sorry, Paddy. She’s perfect for the job.”
Cliona turns to Clover. “I’m afraid all the slots on the mag are taken this year. And now I have to run. I’m meeting
Kendall
for lunch.” She gives Clover a smug smile, and for a split second I want to punch her.
Clover looks like she’s about to faint.
Don’t crumble,
I plead under my breath.
Stand your ground, Clover.
But instead of saying anything, Clover staggers sideways. I grab her arm and right her. I have to get her out of there, and quickly.
“Apologies, Cliona,” I say. “We’re in a rush too. We’re meeting Clover’s boyfriend, and we’re already late. He’s in a band. The Golden Lions. You’ve probably heard of them. They’re the next big thing.”
Cliona looks at Clover again. Her eyes are hard to read, but there is some sort of emotion flickering behind them. “Must dash,” is all she says. And
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