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loudspeaker crackles and the room is filled with the nasal voice of Mr. Opps.
“Attention, Oak City High students. This is Mr. Opps. I’m thrilled to announce, per the press release handed out this morning, that Theodora Twist, Golden Globe– winning actress and former Oak City resident, will return to Oak City and Oak City High for one month for the filmingof her reality TV show, Theodora Twist: Just a Regular Teen! During her stay, Theodora will live with the family of junior Emily Fine and do everything that Emily does. When Theodora arrives at school on Monday, please join me in welcoming her the Oak City High way—with big-time spirit! Thank you.”
The bell rings one second later. I race out. You can hear the crumpled pieces of paper being uncrumpled. Smoothed out. Students race back into their homerooms and run for the trash can by the front door.
“Omigod!” is the first repeated refrain.
“Who is Emily Fine?” is the second.
The pointing and whispering and “That’s Emily Fine’s” begin and I hold my notebooks and textbooks close to my chest and bite my lower lip the way I always do when I’m a nervous wreck. People are staring.
“It’s official!” Belle screams, running up to me, her auburn ringlets bouncing on her shoulders.
Jen is right behind her. “Everyone’s taking about you!”
I am going to throw up. Do not throw up while everyone is staring at you, I order myself.
“We’re coming over after school!” Belle and Jen say in unison. “Wait for us at our spot.”
I head into room 212, English, but an arm blocks my entry into class. I duck, but the arm, toned, tanned, and laden with silver bangles, lowers.
“Emily Fine?”
I’m suddenly surrounded by the four Samanthas, OCH’s prettiest and meanest juniors. The two leaders are named Samantha. The other two are Carin and April (who insists on being called Avril despite the fact that she isn’t French). The Samanthas are superthin and supertrendy, and they all have highlighted straight long brown hair. From the back, you can’t tell them apart. They always coordinate their outfits.
At my nod, Samantha Paris lowers her arm and sort of smiles at me. “We have a business proposition for you. Our plan is to sell raffle tickets for ten bucks each for a chance to win a half hour alone with Theodora Twist in her bedroom. We’ll make a fortune.”
Before I can process any of this, Samantha Ulrich adds, “You’ve got the house and can easily make this happen. We’ve got the contacts—the potential customers— because of who were are. Since it’s our idea and we’ll be bringing in the business, we think a ninety-ten split on the profits is more than reasonable. Ten percent for you, and ninety for us. That seems more than fair, especially because there are four of us and there’s only one of you.”
On a strictly intellectual level, I have to admit that the idea is brilliant.
“Do we have a deal?” Samantha Paris asks, those mean green eyes on mine. “All you have to do is provide easy entry for the winner and get Theodora in the bedroom for a while. You can even skimp on the half hour. Any guy would probably settle for fifteen minutes.”
Any guy would probably settle for five minutes. “Sorry,” I say. “I just can’t. It’s a total invasion of her privacy.” And I’d no sooner sell her out than I’d run naked through the cafeteria. Especially for only ten percent of the profits. Okay, for any sum.
There’s a lot of eye rolling. “Privacy? Are you kidding?” Samantha Ulrich says. “She’s a movie star. She gave up all rights to her privacy when she sold her soul to Hollywood. Give me a break.”
I shrug. “I can’t do it. Sorry.”
Samantha Paris stares at me. “Okay, fifteen percent of the profits and an invitation to one of our famous Friday-night parties.”
I’ve never been invited to a Samantha party. Neither has Belle or Jen. Samantha parties are legendary at Oak City High. Secret society.
“Attention, Oak City High students. This is Mr. Opps. I’m thrilled to announce, per the press release handed out this morning, that Theodora Twist, Golden Globe– winning actress and former Oak City resident, will return to Oak City and Oak City High for one month for the filmingof her reality TV show, Theodora Twist: Just a Regular Teen! During her stay, Theodora will live with the family of junior Emily Fine and do everything that Emily does. When Theodora arrives at school on Monday, please join me in welcoming her the Oak City High way—with big-time spirit! Thank you.”
The bell rings one second later. I race out. You can hear the crumpled pieces of paper being uncrumpled. Smoothed out. Students race back into their homerooms and run for the trash can by the front door.
“Omigod!” is the first repeated refrain.
“Who is Emily Fine?” is the second.
The pointing and whispering and “That’s Emily Fine’s” begin and I hold my notebooks and textbooks close to my chest and bite my lower lip the way I always do when I’m a nervous wreck. People are staring.
“It’s official!” Belle screams, running up to me, her auburn ringlets bouncing on her shoulders.
Jen is right behind her. “Everyone’s taking about you!”
I am going to throw up. Do not throw up while everyone is staring at you, I order myself.
“We’re coming over after school!” Belle and Jen say in unison. “Wait for us at our spot.”
I head into room 212, English, but an arm blocks my entry into class. I duck, but the arm, toned, tanned, and laden with silver bangles, lowers.
“Emily Fine?”
I’m suddenly surrounded by the four Samanthas, OCH’s prettiest and meanest juniors. The two leaders are named Samantha. The other two are Carin and April (who insists on being called Avril despite the fact that she isn’t French). The Samanthas are superthin and supertrendy, and they all have highlighted straight long brown hair. From the back, you can’t tell them apart. They always coordinate their outfits.
At my nod, Samantha Paris lowers her arm and sort of smiles at me. “We have a business proposition for you. Our plan is to sell raffle tickets for ten bucks each for a chance to win a half hour alone with Theodora Twist in her bedroom. We’ll make a fortune.”
Before I can process any of this, Samantha Ulrich adds, “You’ve got the house and can easily make this happen. We’ve got the contacts—the potential customers— because of who were are. Since it’s our idea and we’ll be bringing in the business, we think a ninety-ten split on the profits is more than reasonable. Ten percent for you, and ninety for us. That seems more than fair, especially because there are four of us and there’s only one of you.”
On a strictly intellectual level, I have to admit that the idea is brilliant.
“Do we have a deal?” Samantha Paris asks, those mean green eyes on mine. “All you have to do is provide easy entry for the winner and get Theodora in the bedroom for a while. You can even skimp on the half hour. Any guy would probably settle for fifteen minutes.”
Any guy would probably settle for five minutes. “Sorry,” I say. “I just can’t. It’s a total invasion of her privacy.” And I’d no sooner sell her out than I’d run naked through the cafeteria. Especially for only ten percent of the profits. Okay, for any sum.
There’s a lot of eye rolling. “Privacy? Are you kidding?” Samantha Ulrich says. “She’s a movie star. She gave up all rights to her privacy when she sold her soul to Hollywood. Give me a break.”
I shrug. “I can’t do it. Sorry.”
Samantha Paris stares at me. “Okay, fifteen percent of the profits and an invitation to one of our famous Friday-night parties.”
I’ve never been invited to a Samantha party. Neither has Belle or Jen. Samantha parties are legendary at Oak City High. Secret society.
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