about. Nor did she care if people found out.That was not the point. The point was, they were supposed to read it after she was gone, when sheâd already begun perfecting her Malibu tan. It was supposed to be something to remember her by. If it got around early, it would ruin the whole thing.
Hitting the reply button she hastily typed: QUIT TRYING TO BLACKMAIL ME AND YOU MIGHT HAVE A FUTURE .
The people in Silver Spring really did not have a clue. Glaring at herself in her enormous gilded mirror, Kelly turned sideways and her frown deepened. She was sick of this town and everyone in it.
Her mom, Phoebe, had been a bigger wet tissue than usual since Kelly dropped the real-mom bombâmaking Kellyâs favorite foods from when she was eight and following her around the house sniffling. Barf. Chad was turning out to be a big yawn. Alison was making her sick. She couldnât believe she was related to anyone that spineless. And that new girl, X, was just making her madâwho did she think she was? She acted like her stupid school uniforms gave her some sort of authority. It hadbeen weeks and she was still wearing them, a different one every day. People only liked her because she didnât talk. It allowed them to imagine what she would say if she could form a complete sentence. Pathetic.
Stepping into her walk-in closet, Kelly felt impatient. This town did not deserve her. It was time to go. Now.
She pulled down her biggest suitcase set and began tossing in her favorite warm-weather clothes. Tube tops. Minis. Flip-flops.
Pausing, she grabbed the phone from the stand on her dresser and dialed Aunt Christine. Better let her new mommy in on her planâand its new time frame.
âHello?â Aunt Christine sounded tense.
âHey, itâs me,â Kelly said casually, slipping a pair of sunglasses up on her nose. She was thinking about where sheâd go in L.A. to buy a new pair (or three) when she realized that there was silence on the other end of the line. âKelly,â she added, rolling her eyes. Didnât Aunt Christine check her caller ID?
âOh. Is this important? I was just about toââ
Annoyed by her auntâs tone, Kelly interrupted.âYes, itâs important. I wouldnât call if it wasnât. I just wanted to tell you that Iâm ready to go.â
âGo where?â Aunt Christine sighed. âLook, I donât have time for games right now, Kelly. Iâm on my way out the door.â
âIâm ready to move in with you. To come to California,â Kelly added. Why was Christine being so lame?
âMove in with me?â Aunt Christine laughed. âLook, whatever little mess youâve gotten yourself into, Kel, Iâm sure you can clean it up. Without moving to California.â
âBut, Iâm notââ Kelly started to protest.
Aunt Christine stopped laughing. When she spoke again her voice was low and serious. âYouâre not getting this, are you? You are not going to live with me. Not now. Not ever. I would never have given you away if I wanted to keep you.â
Now there was silence on both ends of the line. Then a click. Christine had hung up on her. Kelly stood there in her closet with her suitcase half packed, holding the cordless phone. She just stood there motionless until the phone started to make that irritating noise and theoperatorâs voice came on. âIf youâd like to make a callâ¦â
With a bloodcurdling scream, Kelly hurled the phone at the wall. The voice stopped. The screaming didnât.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Kelly breathed in. It was time to pull herself together. Time for a plan B. Later, Kelly would call Aunt Christine back. She would leave a voice mail message, giggle, and say it was all a joke. And suddenly, Kelly realized it was a joke. Of course she wouldnât leave Chad and her friends. She was the queen of Silver Spring âcapital A on the A-list of a
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