gave Gabby a big hug.
âMy request?â Gabby looked over Heatherâs shoulder at me. I nodded.
âFrom Betrayed in Berryville?â I said.
Gabby shook her head. âNo idea what youâre talking about.â
I clapped my hand to my forehead. âSo thereâs potentially another girl out there running around with a bucket of snow-cone syrup?â
The others laughed.
âWe forgive you,â I told Gabby, smiling. âAnd weâve made it a âLincolnâs Lettersâ rule not to do anything more than give advice.â
âWe have rules?â asked Tim.
âYeah, when did this happen?â asked Vanessa.
Heather and I went over the list weâd started.
âAnd rule number six: If people ask for advice but donât take it, donât get mad,â finished Heather.
âTo go along with that, I think we should addanother one,â I said. âRule number seven: never give up on people.â
Heather smiled. âI like it!â
âMe too,â said Vanessa.
âYou know what this list needs?â asked Tim. âAn official book!â
Vanessa snapped her fingers. âBe right back.â
She squeezed past Heather, Gabby, and me and disappeared into her room, returning a minute later with a leather-bound journal. âTa-da!â She held it up and showed us the empty pages. âI bought a couple of these for sketches, but I can sacrifice one for the greater good.â
âPerfect!â Tim took it, along with a pen Vanessa offered. âWhat was rule number one?â
While Heather and I repeated the rules, Vanessa worked on my hair, and Gabby called her mom and begged for purple highlights. We all talked and laughed, and Mom and Mrs. Jackson ordered takeout and brought it up so we couldeat. It was the oddest and only bathroom party Iâd ever attended and the most fun Iâd had since school started.
The only downside was that Iâd missed soccer practice and a trip to the library for my history project.
But I still had plenty of time, right?
CHAPTER
8
Popular Opinion
W hen Mom dropped me off at school the next morning, Tim, Vanessa, and Heather were all waiting for me at the curb.
âHey, guys!â I greeted them. âWhatâs up?â
âMary Patrick,â said Tim, pointing a thumb over his shoulder.
âUh-oh.â I peered around him. âWhatâd she do now?â
âJust come with us,â said Vanessa, hooking her arm through mine. âShe refuses to speak to anyone but our section lead.â
When we got closer to the building, I couldsee Mary Patrick by the entrance, wearing a bright-yellow hard hat.
âWhy is she dressed like a construction worker?â I asked Vanessa. âDid she hear how accident-prone you were?â
Vanessa shoved me.
âWe think sheâs on some safety committee,â said Heather.
âOr that sheâs just crazy,â said Tim.
His guess turned out to be the closest.
When we approached her, Mary Patrickâs eyes fixed on me.
âFinally,â she said. âI was beginning to wonder if your team even knew who their section lead was!â
âYou can talk to any of them at any time,â I said. âWhatâs with the Bob the Builder getup?â
âItâs Toughen-Up Tuesday,â said Mary Patrick, taking off the hard hat and plopping it on my head. âToughen up!â
âUh . . . why?â asked Heather.
âBecause today is when youâll start receiving feedback about your first column,â said Mary Patrick. âAnd it wonât all be pretty.â
âYou donât know that,â I said.
Mary Patrick gave me a sad smile. âLook inside the hat.â
I turned it over to find pieces of paper taped inside.
ââBrooke Jacobs gives bad advice,ââ I read.
âOh boy,â said Vanessa.
ââSheâs not a professional and doesnât know