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it. Even though you probably won ' t believe this, I just wanted to tell you that I ' m sorry for all the mean things I wrote about you. "
All five of them were staring at me as if I had just announced that school wouldn ' t be out for another six months. Jana started to say something, but I began talking again before she could get the words out.
" I don ' t know which one of you put the note on my desk with the drawing of the diary and the words ' Friday night ' written on it, but I know what you ' re planning to do. You ' re going to read my diary out loud at the party and humiliate me in front of everybody. I promise, if you ' ll give it back to me now, I ' ll be your friend. " I paused for an instant and looked at Jana, hoping that she would remember what it was like when we found baby Ashley.
Nobody said a word. I looked down at the ground as I waited, my heart pounding in my ears. I had said it. I had apologized to Jana and her friends. If this didn ' t work, I didn ' t know what else I could do.
Finally Jana spoke. " We don ' t have it, Taffy. Honest, we don ' t. "
" That ' s right, " said Beth. " All we found was that dirty magazine. We only pretended that we might have your diary. "
" Are you sure someone ' s planning to read it at the party? " asked Jana. " That ' s awful. "
I opened my purse and pulled out the crumpled note and handed it to her. " And look. It says ' Friday night, ' just as I told you it did. What else could it mean? "
The girls passed it around, studying it closely and shaking their heads.
" Wow, " said Melanie. " That ' s pretty scary. Somebody ' s definitely out to get you. "
" But who? " said Katie.
We scanned the playground looking for anyone who might be suspicious, but none of us came up with any ideas.
I can ' t explain how, but I knew that Jana and her friends were telling the truth. They didn ' t have my diary after all. I walked around Mark Twain Elementary like a zombie all day, going to class, having lunch in the cafeteria, and feeling more depressed than ever. It was Thursday—the day before the party—and not only did I still not have my diary back, but I didn ' t even know who had it.
Most kids were bubbling over with excitement over leaving grade school and going into junior high in the fall. On the way home from school even Randy talked about how he could hardly wait for September and playing on the Wakeman football team, and he didn ' t seem to notice that I was quiet again.
As usual, my mother was waiting for me when I got in the house. She was in a dither, her face pink with excitement. I groaned under my breath. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.
" Oh, love, just wait until you hear the news, " she gushed. " Cynthia Cameron will never be able to top this. "
She paused, waiting breathlessly for me to ask her about her big news. When I didn ' t, she went on anyway.
" A little while ago I got this brilliant idea. You ' re going to be a star, and you should arrive at the television station like a star! So I rented a limousine to take you to the audition! "
I gasped. " A limousine? "
" That ' s right, dear. Tomorrow night, at exactly seven o ' clock, an enormous white stretch limousine will pull up to our door. Then a uniformed chauffeur will escort you out to the car, put you inside, and take you to the audition in style. He ' ll wait, of course, and after you ' ve given a stunning performance at the station, he ' ll drive you home again where your father and I will be waiting for you with bated breath. "
I swallowed a giggle as what she was saying began to sink in.
" Then you and Dad aren ' t going with me? " I asked tentatively.
" Of course not, dear. How would it look for a star to arrive with her parents? But don ' t worry about a thing. You ' ll be wonderful. "
Later, after I had thanked her a million times and was finally alone in my room, I hugged myself with joy. I had a new plan. A fantastic plan. It didn ' t matter that someone
All five of them were staring at me as if I had just announced that school wouldn ' t be out for another six months. Jana started to say something, but I began talking again before she could get the words out.
" I don ' t know which one of you put the note on my desk with the drawing of the diary and the words ' Friday night ' written on it, but I know what you ' re planning to do. You ' re going to read my diary out loud at the party and humiliate me in front of everybody. I promise, if you ' ll give it back to me now, I ' ll be your friend. " I paused for an instant and looked at Jana, hoping that she would remember what it was like when we found baby Ashley.
Nobody said a word. I looked down at the ground as I waited, my heart pounding in my ears. I had said it. I had apologized to Jana and her friends. If this didn ' t work, I didn ' t know what else I could do.
Finally Jana spoke. " We don ' t have it, Taffy. Honest, we don ' t. "
" That ' s right, " said Beth. " All we found was that dirty magazine. We only pretended that we might have your diary. "
" Are you sure someone ' s planning to read it at the party? " asked Jana. " That ' s awful. "
I opened my purse and pulled out the crumpled note and handed it to her. " And look. It says ' Friday night, ' just as I told you it did. What else could it mean? "
The girls passed it around, studying it closely and shaking their heads.
" Wow, " said Melanie. " That ' s pretty scary. Somebody ' s definitely out to get you. "
" But who? " said Katie.
We scanned the playground looking for anyone who might be suspicious, but none of us came up with any ideas.
I can ' t explain how, but I knew that Jana and her friends were telling the truth. They didn ' t have my diary after all. I walked around Mark Twain Elementary like a zombie all day, going to class, having lunch in the cafeteria, and feeling more depressed than ever. It was Thursday—the day before the party—and not only did I still not have my diary back, but I didn ' t even know who had it.
Most kids were bubbling over with excitement over leaving grade school and going into junior high in the fall. On the way home from school even Randy talked about how he could hardly wait for September and playing on the Wakeman football team, and he didn ' t seem to notice that I was quiet again.
As usual, my mother was waiting for me when I got in the house. She was in a dither, her face pink with excitement. I groaned under my breath. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.
" Oh, love, just wait until you hear the news, " she gushed. " Cynthia Cameron will never be able to top this. "
She paused, waiting breathlessly for me to ask her about her big news. When I didn ' t, she went on anyway.
" A little while ago I got this brilliant idea. You ' re going to be a star, and you should arrive at the television station like a star! So I rented a limousine to take you to the audition! "
I gasped. " A limousine? "
" That ' s right, dear. Tomorrow night, at exactly seven o ' clock, an enormous white stretch limousine will pull up to our door. Then a uniformed chauffeur will escort you out to the car, put you inside, and take you to the audition in style. He ' ll wait, of course, and after you ' ve given a stunning performance at the station, he ' ll drive you home again where your father and I will be waiting for you with bated breath. "
I swallowed a giggle as what she was saying began to sink in.
" Then you and Dad aren ' t going with me? " I asked tentatively.
" Of course not, dear. How would it look for a star to arrive with her parents? But don ' t worry about a thing. You ' ll be wonderful. "
Later, after I had thanked her a million times and was finally alone in my room, I hugged myself with joy. I had a new plan. A fantastic plan. It didn ' t matter that someone
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