right? You probably learned all about it at modeling school .â
Without blinking, Em said, âYeah. But itâs pretty simple. You always want to pluck from underneath and line the arch up with the pupil. Margot had the right idea.â She looked at my eyebrows. âShe just overplucked, which is better than not plucking at all, if you ask me.â She shot Sarah an appraising look.
Oh, this was definitely not good. Did the new girl have a death wish? âWe should get started,â I said loudly, trying to change the topic to poetry before any blood could be shed. âIâll get a dictionary.â I flew across the room, grabbed a Canadian Oxford , raced back, and threw it on the desk. âWhy donât you look up the word, Em?â I suggested.
âSure.â She flipped through the pages. ââMelancholy,ââ she read. ââNoun. A deep sadness or depression.â But you can also use it as an adjective.â She slammed the dictionary shut loudly. âThatâs a cheerful word. How many sentences do we need again?â
âFive,â I answered. âOne each.â We all stared blankly at our notebooks for a few seconds.
It was Gorgeous George who finally broke the silenceâand he broke it by speaking to me! âDoes your look hair different?â he asked, but not in a mean way.
âYeah,â Sarah agreed. âNo offense,â which is what she always said right before saying something really mean, âbut it looks kind of retarded at the front.â And then she looked at Em. âBut I guess thatâs a modeling thing too?â
âThat,â Em said, looking at me, âis just a bad hair day.â Then she pointed her pen at Sarah. âDonât pretend you donât have them too.â
âI use good products,â Sarah J. said. âAnd at least I donât dye it some fake color and then let the roots grow out.â
Normally, I would have been busy obsessing over the fact that Sarah J. was picking on me, yet againâand in front of George, no lessâand wondering what it meant that he had noticed that my hair was different. Heâd noticed my hair on other days, when it wasnât different? But right then I was too shocked by the way Em was standing up to Sarah J. on my behalf, and too worried about how she was going to pay for it. If only Iâd warned her the day before when Iâd had the chance.
âLetâs just read this, okay?â Simon spoke up, not lisping once. I think we were all so surprised to hear his voice that we were shocked into silence. Everyone looked down at the poem for a few seconds.
âHey, whereâs Nerdette, anyway?â Sarah said, her attention span for English literature coming to an end as quickly as it had begun. She was talking about Erika-with-a-K, who always got straight Aâs in everything but gym.
âNone of your business,â I mumbled. The last thing I needed was for Sarah to find out that my ham stealing had gotten her sent to Sacred Heart, or that we werenât even friends anymore, which meant I officially had no friends at all except Andrew. âCan we please do the sentences?â
âFine,â Sarah snapped. âIt makes me feel melancholy when people whose names start with M are so rude.â She shot me a look. âAnd it also makes me feel melancholy when new people show up and think theyâre all that just because theyâre from New York, because honestly, theyâre not, and thatâs the most melancholy partâbecause they donât even realize it.â
Em considered this for a few seconds, tapping her pencil calmly against her notebook. âItâs a run-on sentence,â she said, âbut itâll do. Extra points for using the word melancholy three times. Youâre really smart. Okay,â she went on, not pausing long enough for Sarah to make a comeback,
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