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CHAPTER ONE
Three reasons you dont want a crystal ball:
1. Theyre a pain to dust.
2. To look into one you really should dress like a
medium. Enough said.
3. Sometimes its better not to know.
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Because once you know something, you can never not know it.
Your life becomes before and after. The mountains you thought
were important become barely noticeable pebbles, and things you
hadnt even known existed become the Himalayas of your soul.
The next time someone tries to read your future in a crys-
tal ball, just say no.
I wish I had.
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It is an ordinary Tuesday morning. I was late to school because
Trina had trouble with her garter belt (dont ask), Ms. Garri-
son is hopped up on an energy drink (as usual), and I had so far
managed to go the entire day without saying a word in class
(par for the course).
We did well on this paper, but I think we can do better,
Ms. Garrison says, leaning her cushy hip against the side of
her desk and tapping her foot to the rhythm of her caffeine
buzz. I know we can!
Ms. Garrison sometimes speaks in the royal we, as if
there are a couple of personalities in her head and she is speak-
ing for all of them. I think it is her way of connecting with us,
to let us know she is one of us, that we are all in this together.
I begin doodling around my notes on Amy Tan, making
the A in Amy a diamond and shading it in. Im thinking about
my physics test tomorrow, wondering if I should study some
more to night or go do a photo shoot with Trina.
Erin? Erin Bailey?
I look up. Ms. Garrison is smiling at me. Everyone else is
packing up.
I said, Erin, would you stay after class for a minute?
Absolutely, I say, and someone makes kissy- kissy noises.
It isnt mean-spirited, just Herbert Wallace trying to be funny,
but it still makes me blush.
After everybody clears out, Ms. Garrison comes around to
the front of her desk. She looks me in the eye, all serious. She
used to be a professor at Columbia or Harvard, but decided to
give up the big city so she could come mold young minds in
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the sticks. She takes her job seriously, and I have to admit
shes one of the best teachers Ive ever had.
Your writing is impressive, Erin. She stares at me expec-
tantly like Im going to clap like a seal or something. I restrain
the urge.
Ah . . . , I say. Thank you? When my sophomore
En glish teacher suggested I take advanced En glish this year,
I was less than thrilled. Especially when I found out it would
be heavy on writing. Ive always loved words and the way they
make sense, and make you feel, make you understand things,
but I just never saw myself as the person writing those words.
The whole essay about parents needing to take ginkgo
biloba so they can remember what it was like to be a kid . . .
It made me laugh. Your paper was hands- down the best in the
class.
I tilt my head to the side so my hair sweeps over my fl am-
ing cheeks.
You know Im the teacher adviser for the school e-zine,
correct? she says. We think you would make a great addi-
tion to our little crew. I wanted to talk to Faith about this
before she left Oh! There she is. Perfect. Faith, can I talk to
you a moment?
I turn and see Faith Hiller, her shiny black hair cut in
bangs across her forehead, her eyes a startling blue. Shes smart
and pretty, president of everything from the debate club to
the student council, and editor of the school e-zine. Im pretty
sure she works on world peace in her free time. She is going
places and makes sure everybody knows it.
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I get the distinct feeling shes maybe been standing outside
the door listening.
You know Erin, right? Ms. Garrison puts her hand on my
back and I wonder if Im supposed to curtsy.
Faith walks slowly toward us, and I can feel her cool gaze
slide over my dark, jumbled curls, my decidedly- not- designer
jeans and gray T-shirt, down to my rotten old tennis shoes. I
wish Id worn the new ones, but they hurt my feet. Faith is tiny
and perfect in cute red- and- white- checkered capris and a white
peasant blouse that sets off her olive skin.
Erin? Faith says, and its a question.
I sat behind you in history last year, I say quickly, and
wish I hadnt. When all else fails, keep your mouth shut, Rinnie,
my memaw used to say. Good in theory, damn near impossi-
ble to implement. At least I didnt say, And we were in home-
room together our freshman year and you asked to borrow a pen and
didnt give it back. Or, even better, Remember in the cafeteria last
month when you asked your friend if that girl bothered to look in
the mirror before she left the house? That girl was me.
Faith cocks her head at me, her sleek, black hair swing-
ing. Oh. Sure. Hiii, Erin. She smiles all bright and big, like
a shiny white balloon fi lled with nothing but air. Shes say-
ing, I have absolutely NO idea who you are, nor do I care. We
both know that, right? But lets play nice- nice for Ms. Garrison,
shall we?
Ms. Garrison, bless her Ivy League little heart, is completely
clueless.
Good! We were talking about what a marvelous writer
Erin is. What do you think about having her join the e-zine?
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We need another reporter now that Trinas left us. What do
you think, Faith?
I try to look all Trina? Trina who?, hoping they dont real-
ize Trina is my best friend. Its not that Trina doesnt feel bad
when she abandons clubs, plans, and projects midstream
shes even bailed in the middle of a haircut because I texted
her a picture of a killer rainbow its just hard to explain to
other people.
Oh . . . Faith smiles that empty smile again. Well . . .
She manages to sound charming and embarrassed at the same
time. Shes neither. She doesnt want me. Now I know she heard
what Ms. Garrison said about my paper being the best in the
class, better than Faiths. She may not have known who I was
before, but she knows now.
Erins really a very talented writer . . . Ms. Garrison is
puzzled by Faiths yawning interest in her idea. Yes, Faith
is actually yawning, cute and kitteny, showing a lot of teeth.
Really, its okay, I say. Ive got a lot going on Lie,
lie, lie . . .
Please think about it, dear, wed be thrilled to have you,
Ms. Garrison says, shooting Faith a questioning look.
I fl ee for the door, feeling Faiths gaze like two sharp knives
in my back.
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I leave Ms. Garrisons room and Trina grabs my arm in the
chaos of the hallways between classes.
Whats up, bee- aaatch, she says, falling in step beside me.
Today shes got some sort of Pippi Longstocking thing going
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on, with a short orange dress, striped leggings, and a cape.
And, of course, the purple garter belt.
I honestly dont know, I say. I feel like I just left the
Twilight Zone, where Ms. Garrison thinks Im some sort of
prizewinning journalist and Faith Hiller wants to decapitate
me slowly and painfully. I explain what happened.
Dont let her get to you. Faith thinks shes all that and a
bag of chips, Trina says, patting my arm sympathetically.
Her mom is some corporate hotshot, and Faith thinks that
makes her Ms. Thing. When I was on the e-zine staff, she acted
like I was some sort of servant girl who was supposed to kiss
her feet. One day, I even dressed like Nelly Dean, the maid
from Wuthering Heights. She didnt get it and shes supposed
to be smartbut at least I got an excuse to wear that cute lace
bonnet. People either love Trina or hate her. She doesnt seem
to care either way. Anywho, Ive got NEWS. Chaz, adorable,
smart, going- to- be- Mark- Zuckerberg Chaz . . .
I try not to smile. Chaz the Spaz. Thats what we were
calling him yesterday.
He asked me out. Can you believe it?
Of course I can believe it, I say loyally, because I catch
her thin edge of uncertainty. Boys dont ask Trina out. Boys
dont ask her out because she has a bumpy mole on her cheek,
crooked teeth, and an impossibly large nose. Once you get to
know her, all you notice is Trina, her big personality and even
bigger heart. Ive known her since I was six, so I dont even notice
how she looks anymore, but other people do. I know they do,
because we both hear what they say.
He says hes got some cool place he wants to show me
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Saturday night. I told him you and I were doing a movie
night
Oh, Trina, we can do that some other
No. Its all good. So he says, Why dont you bring her?
The more the merrier, right? Hes going to bring somebody too.
I dont think
Trying to get a word in is like holding back waves with a
knife. Trina just washes right over you.
Seriously. You have to come. Im ner vous enough as it is. If
you come, I wont feel so weird. Youll have a blast, I promise.
Uh- huh. Like the time she thought I would have a blast
when she tried to talk me into bungee jumping. Or the time
she thought it would be a blast to go toilet paper evil Mr. Jamess
house. Ive seen Chaz the Spazs friends. Im not at the pin-
nacle of high school hierarchy, far from it, but those geeky
guys make me look like Queen Victoria. It wont be a blast. Im
certain of it.
Please? Pretty, pretty please? She stops in the middle of
the hall and throws herself down on her knees in front of me,
confusing a herd of freshman who go all wide- eyed and ner vous.
I shrug at them as Trina looks up at me with her trademark
this- is- me- beseeching- you look.
Look, shes proposing, someone snickers.
Okay, okay! Get up. Please.
She jumps to her feet like nothings happened.
Youre going to have a blast, she says.
I smile and keep my mouth shut.
Positively Beautiful