this is about. Iâm nothing like Kim and I never will be.â And thank God for that. She puts the beret back. âThatâs why you dress like a slob.â Her words suck the oxygen out of me. âI donât dress likea slob. My clothes are never ripped. Theyâre always clean. I shave my pits. I wear deodorââ She shakes her head. âI canât believe itâs taken me this long to figure it out. You go out of your way to be plain because Kim goes out of her way to primp.â My palms are suddenly sweaty. I rub them against my jeans. âDonât be stupid. It has nothing to do with Kim. I refuse to obsess about my looks. I never have and I never will.â Losing my hair is different. Anybody would freak over that. No girl wants to be bald. âRight.â She laughs. âYou obsess just like the rest of us. Only you obsess about being different.â If she only knew. âIâm telling you, Sloane, if you buy a hat and the rest of you looks like shit, people will stare for all the wrong reasons. You need to look halfway decent for the video.â Sheâs right. I hadnât thought of it because I hadnât wanted to think about being in front of the camera. âSo help me find a hat and Iâll look at jeans.â â Buy jeans. And some blush.â âLook.â Lexi crosses her arms and glares at me. âOkay, fine. Buy.â I reach for a tweedy plum fedora with a tiny froth of feathers tucked into a wide black ribbon. âWhat about this one?â
Eight M andee is standing by the water fountain when I walk into school Wednesday morning. âYou look different,â she says. My heart plummets. The only new thing Iâm wearing is the hat. Everything else Lexi insisted I buy is on my bedroom floor. What looked good in the store mirror looked terrible in mine. âItâs the new hat.â I tilt my head. âYou like it?â Mandee straightens and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. âItâs not just the hat. Itâs something else.â My stomach muscles clench. I lost a crap ton more hair in the shower this morning. The spot above my neck is bigger. And the âmaybe it is, maybe it isnâtâ spot on my crown is more noticeable too. But you canât tell while Iâm wearing the hat. I checked. âNo other changes,â I lie. âIâm still me.â âI dunno, Sloane.â She peers into my face. âItâs like youâre trying to be pretty or something.â I laugh. âNo.â I donât do pretty. That was obvious half an hour ago when I tried on the new super skinny jeans Lexipicked out. I looked like a try-hard. A wannabe member of the Bathroom Brigade. âI just bought a new hat, thatâs all.â Plus two pairs of jeans, four tops, a pair of leather shoes, and some designer hairspray thatâs supposed to work for sensitive, damaged hair. At the price I paid, it better keep the rest of my hair on my head too. Mandee looks at my feet and smiles. âAt least youâre still wearing those ugly black boots.â I smile back. âYep.â My feet arenât the problem here. Or so I think until Lexi confronts me at my locker a few minutes later. âWhy are you still wearing those ugly black boots? What happened to the turquoise ballerina flats we picked out?â She eyes my old jeans like theyâre radioactive. âAnd I thought you were going to wear the new jeans and that pretty tulip cardigan today?â I spin my combination. âI have a busy day remember? Isaac and I are scouting at the Embarcadero and then shooting at the zoo. I wanted to be comfortable.â âYouâre not even wearing that blush I bought for you. You need to try harder.â Thatâs harsh. I whirl to face her. âAnd you need to drop it.â Hurt flashes in her dark eyes. âFine.â She crosses her