Makeover Magic by Jill Santopolo Page A

after-school program calledSuperstar Sports. Two days a week, she and a group of volunteers helped the younger kids at school learn how to play soccer and kickball and practice things like teamwork and good sportsmanship.
    â€œWe’re open!” Brooke said. “And we have lots of new colors. The polish company is really pushing a fall theme this year.”
    â€œWe thought some of these would be perfect for the ball,” Aly added, securing her chin-length hair in a half-up so it wouldn’t fall in her face while she was polishing.
    â€œSounds cool—can I see?” Jenica asked.
    â€œBut you’re still going to get the rainbow sparkle pedicure today, right?” Brooke said, handing over a bottle of Cider Donuts.
    â€œAbsolutely,” Jenica answered, slipping off her sneakers and socks. “Otherwise, we might kill our winning streak.” Ever since Jenica and the othersoccer players had started getting rainbow sparkle pedicures, they’d won every single soccer game they’d played. The girls said it was because their feet had sparkle power, but Aly was pretty sure it was just because they were really good soccer players.
    Still, she liked having so many regular customers at Sparkle Spa and especially liked hanging out with Jenica Posner. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe that the two of them were friends.
    â€œBut,” Jenica continued, jumping up into a pedicure chair, “I’m thinking I might get something different for the Fall Ball. Because I just bought my shoes—silver sandals with little heels. It’s the first time I’m allowed to wear heels.”
    â€œReally?” Bethany asked, walking into Sparkle Spa. “My glamma got me my first pair of high heels when I was six. But they were for dress-up only.”
    â€œYour glamma?” Brooke asked.
    â€œYeah, ‘glamorous’ plus ‘grandma’ equals ‘glamma,’ ” Bethany said. She sat down in the chair next to Jenica and unbuckled her sandals, and Aly and Brooke started the sparkle pedicures. “My glamma is super-glamorous. She was even in a television commercial once.”
    Aly thought about her own grandma, who wore jeans and sweatshirts and was not very glamorous at all. She’d never been on TV, either. Aly decided she liked it that way.
    â€œWhich boy do you think is going to get the On the Ball trophy?” Bethany asked.
    â€œEveryone thinks it’s going to be Lucas,” Jenica answered. Aly had never spoken to Lucas Grant, but she knew who he was. He played basketball and the trumpet, and all the girls called him “Cute Lucas” because, well, he was really handsome. He’d also started a program called Reading Buddies, where sixth graders went into the kindergarten classes toread to the kids. It was a pretty cool program, and Aly hoped it would still be going next year so she could volunteer for it.
    â€œI think it’s going to be Oliver,” Bethany replied, looking at her toes.
    â€œThat’s just because you like him,” Jenica said, rolling her eyes.
    â€œWell, he’s very likeable!” Bethany answered. Aly was pretty sure she was blushing. “But still, I think he has a good chance. He was the one who got the cafeteria to donate its extra food to homeless shelters, after all. That does more for the community than reading to little kids.”
    Just as Aly and Brooke were applying the top coat of clear polish to the rainbow sparkle pedicures, Mia, their next appointment, ran into the spa. Anjuli, the team’s goalie, was right behind her.
    â€œGuys,” Mia said dramatically, standing in themiddle of the doorframe, “I have crazy news.”
    â€œWhat?” Brooke asked, whipping around to face Mia.
    Aly twisted her head to look at Mia too.
    From his fenced-in corner, Sparkly even turned to see what was happening.
    â€œPrincess Polish just opened!” Mia said. “Can you