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The holiday parties were quickly approaching and it was important to Massie that they look better than anyone else in the room.
    Massie dropped her towel and hit the big green On button outside the glass door. She waved goodbye to her friends and stepped inside. One second later she was blasted by a smelly cold brown mist. When the spray stopped, she turned around and let the second batch coat her back.
    “That’s all there is to it,” she said, reaching for her towel so she could rub the muddy solution into her legs. She didn’t even stop to answer her phone.
    “Can you grab that?” Massie asked Dylan. “My hands are sticky.”
    Dylan pulled Massie’s phone out of her black leather Coach bag and checked the caller ID.
    “It’s Alicia,” she said. “Should I hit ignore?”
    “No, I bet she’s having a guilt moment at
Teen Vogue
and wants to beg for my forgiveness.” Massie grabbed the Motorola out of Dylan’s hand and flipped it open. One of the purple rhinestones Massie had glued to her phone fell off and bounced along the tin floor of the booth. She was instantly reminded of the way her charms had scattered across the classroom in her daydream. Massie squeezed her eyes shut to squash the memory. Her phone continued to ring.
    “You think Alicia knows my mom’s been trying to put a stop to the uniform thing?” Dylan asked.
    “There’s only one way to find out,” Massie said. “Lean in.” Once their three heads were pressed together, Massie hit talk.
    “Hullo,” she said.
    “Hey, it’s Alicia. I’m in New York City. …”
    Massie rolled her eyes.
    “I know you’re mad at me, but I just wanted to let you know I’m not having the sleepover party anymore.”
    “And you want to get invited back to mine, right? Well, it’s too late. It starts in two hours—you’ll never make it back from
‘New York City.’”
Massie did her best to imitate Alicia’s obnoxious tone.
    Dylan put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
    “Relax, Massie,” Alicia snapped. “I don’t want to go to your lame sleepover. If I wanted to spend my night doing arts and crafts, I’d babysit a six-year-old. Besides, Olivia and I are going to the Beyoncé concert tonight.”
    “No fair,” Kristen mouthed.
    “Alicia, do I sell fertilizer?” Massie asked.
    “No, why?” Alicia fell for Massie’s setup.
    “Then why do you think I give a crap?”
    Dylan and Kristen burst out laughing. Massie heard Alicia let out a frustrated sigh.
    “I’m calling because I want my Calvin Klein winter white blazer back,” Alicia said.
    “Why?, Are you packing up? Is the Rivers family finally moving back to Brooklyn?”
    Kristen and Dylan laughed even harder this time and Massie pushed them away from the phone.
    Alicia ignored the dig. “I was asked to model for
Teen Vogue
’s holiday issue and I may want to wear it.”
    Massie suddenly felt like she was falling down a well. There was a loud ringing in her ears and she felt dizzy. Was this really happening? Alicia cheated and now she was being
rewarded
for it? Would Kristen and Dylan like Alicia more now that she was a model? Would the rest of the school?
    Massie knew her expression must have changed to one of sheer horror, because Kristen and Dylan looked at her and mouthed, “What?” over and over again.
    “Nothing,” Massie mouthed back.
    “Look, I gotta go, the concert is about to start,” Alicia shouted over the screaming fans in the background. “Bring the blazer to school on Monday, ’kay?”
    “Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Massie said. “What? What?” Then she hung up her phone. Her entire nervous system was in a state of shock.
    “Share, please,” Dylan pleaded as she opened the door to the booth. “What did she say?”
    “Oh, nothing, just that she got a job MODELING FOR
TEEN VOGUE!
”
    “Huh?” Kristen screeched. “How?”
    “I have no idea.” Massie was so furious, she put her green dress on inside out.
    “Maybe she’s just a