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Authors: Betsy Haynes
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was going to try to humiliate me by reading my diary at the party. I would show that person a thing or two. I would show that person the truth about Taffy Sinclair !
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
M iss Wiggins had tears in her eyes as the final dismissal bell of the year rang the next afternoon. " It ' s been a wonderful year, " she said. " Good luck in Wakeman Junior High. I ' m going to miss you. Oh, yes, " she added. " Every one of you has passed! "
A cheer went up when she said that. Naturally Clarence Marshall cheered the loudest. A lot of girls were crying when we filed out of the room. Not me. I couldn ' t have been happier. And neither could Curtis Trowbridge. He had been stopping kids in the halls all day reminding them about his party.
" Don ' t forget to be there at seven sharp. That ' s when it starts, " he called out, " and we ' re going to have a big fire in the barbecue pit and roast wieners and make s ' mores. It ' ll be great! "
I had smiled to myself when he stopped me at morning recess to give me his message. I had been on my way to the office to make a phone call. Mrs. Lockwood, the school secretary, let me use the phone after I assured her that it was a local call. Then I took the phone number of the television station out of my purse, dialed, and listened nervously to it ring.
When the station ' s receptionist answered, I took a deep breath and said, " May I speak to the casting director, please? "
" Who is calling? "
" This is Taffy Sinclair. I have an appointment for an audition this evening. "
" One moment, Miss Sinclair. "
I shifted from one foot to the other as I waited. Finally a man ' s voice said, " McDougal here. What can I do for you, Miss Sinclair? You are still planning to audition for us, aren ' t you? "
" Oh, yes, " I said quickly. Then I faked a couple of coughs and went on, " But I have a little cold today, and my eyes are red. " I coughed a few more times. " I was wondering if it might be better to postpone the audition until in the morning. I ' m sure I ' ll be perfectly fine after a good night ' s rest. "
Mr. McDougal didn ' t say anything for a moment. I tried not to panic. If he said no, it would blow all my big plans.
" Sure, " he said pleasantly. " I was just checking my schedule, and I have an open slot at nine in the morning. How does that sound? "
" Terrific, Mr. McDougal. Thanks a million. I ' ll see you in the morning at nine. "
" Good. And, Miss Sinclair . . ."
" Yes? " I asked nervously.
" I hope your cough is better in the morning. "
" Oh! Thanks ! " Then I coughed again for his benefit and hung up.
Next I dialed the limousine company. I had sneaked a look at my mother ' s bulletin board by the kitchen phone to get the number.
" Executive Limousine. May I help you? "
I crossed my fingers behind my back. " Certainly, " I said in my most grown-up voice. " This is Mrs. Sinclair. I have a limousine reserved for this evening to take my daughter to the television studio for an audition. "
" Yes, Mrs. Sinclair. We have your reservation right here. Is anything wrong? "
" Oh, heavens, no. I would just like to change the destination this evening and reserve another limo to take her to the television station in the morning instead. She ' s in such demand that I can hardly keep up with her schedule. "
The lady at the limousine company must have believed that I was my mother because she made the changes I asked for in the reservation. Everything was set. I would take the limousine to the party tonight, and then, when I got home, I would tell my parents that the station wanted to do a second audition in the morning and that I had already informed the limo driver that he should pick me up at eight-thirty. Since my mother had said that a star never arrived with her parents, they would never know the difference.
The first thing I did when I got home from school was take my new sundress out of the closet and spread it across my bed. It was even prettier than I remembered with all
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
M iss Wiggins had tears in her eyes as the final dismissal bell of the year rang the next afternoon. " It ' s been a wonderful year, " she said. " Good luck in Wakeman Junior High. I ' m going to miss you. Oh, yes, " she added. " Every one of you has passed! "
A cheer went up when she said that. Naturally Clarence Marshall cheered the loudest. A lot of girls were crying when we filed out of the room. Not me. I couldn ' t have been happier. And neither could Curtis Trowbridge. He had been stopping kids in the halls all day reminding them about his party.
" Don ' t forget to be there at seven sharp. That ' s when it starts, " he called out, " and we ' re going to have a big fire in the barbecue pit and roast wieners and make s ' mores. It ' ll be great! "
I had smiled to myself when he stopped me at morning recess to give me his message. I had been on my way to the office to make a phone call. Mrs. Lockwood, the school secretary, let me use the phone after I assured her that it was a local call. Then I took the phone number of the television station out of my purse, dialed, and listened nervously to it ring.
When the station ' s receptionist answered, I took a deep breath and said, " May I speak to the casting director, please? "
" Who is calling? "
" This is Taffy Sinclair. I have an appointment for an audition this evening. "
" One moment, Miss Sinclair. "
I shifted from one foot to the other as I waited. Finally a man ' s voice said, " McDougal here. What can I do for you, Miss Sinclair? You are still planning to audition for us, aren ' t you? "
" Oh, yes, " I said quickly. Then I faked a couple of coughs and went on, " But I have a little cold today, and my eyes are red. " I coughed a few more times. " I was wondering if it might be better to postpone the audition until in the morning. I ' m sure I ' ll be perfectly fine after a good night ' s rest. "
Mr. McDougal didn ' t say anything for a moment. I tried not to panic. If he said no, it would blow all my big plans.
" Sure, " he said pleasantly. " I was just checking my schedule, and I have an open slot at nine in the morning. How does that sound? "
" Terrific, Mr. McDougal. Thanks a million. I ' ll see you in the morning at nine. "
" Good. And, Miss Sinclair . . ."
" Yes? " I asked nervously.
" I hope your cough is better in the morning. "
" Oh! Thanks ! " Then I coughed again for his benefit and hung up.
Next I dialed the limousine company. I had sneaked a look at my mother ' s bulletin board by the kitchen phone to get the number.
" Executive Limousine. May I help you? "
I crossed my fingers behind my back. " Certainly, " I said in my most grown-up voice. " This is Mrs. Sinclair. I have a limousine reserved for this evening to take my daughter to the television studio for an audition. "
" Yes, Mrs. Sinclair. We have your reservation right here. Is anything wrong? "
" Oh, heavens, no. I would just like to change the destination this evening and reserve another limo to take her to the television station in the morning instead. She ' s in such demand that I can hardly keep up with her schedule. "
The lady at the limousine company must have believed that I was my mother because she made the changes I asked for in the reservation. Everything was set. I would take the limousine to the party tonight, and then, when I got home, I would tell my parents that the station wanted to do a second audition in the morning and that I had already informed the limo driver that he should pick me up at eight-thirty. Since my mother had said that a star never arrived with her parents, they would never know the difference.
The first thing I did when I got home from school was take my new sundress out of the closet and spread it across my bed. It was even prettier than I remembered with all
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