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Confused, Pia looked at me. As I said, she's from Italy, and her English isn't always that great, especially when it comes to slang.
"I mean, go ahead, you can use the bathroom now," I said.
"Ah, si, thank you." Her smile lit up her whole face.
Back in the bedroom, Kerri was awake and lying on the floor between our beds, doing her morning leg lifts. She still wore the green football jersey she'd slept in.
"Forty-nine, fifty," she puffed, lowering her legs to the floor. She breathed out as she let
her body go limp. Then she took a deep breath in and bounced up. She blew a long strand of blond hair off her face. "Well, I guess that's all I have time for now. Leg lifts really wake me up!"
I shook my head in amazement. Kerri's always exercising. And it showsЧshe's in great shape. What I think is really incredible is that she's so modest about her looks and her athletic ability. As far as I can tell, she exercises just because she gets a kick out of it. As I saidЧit's that snowflake thing!
Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Hi," said Cassandra, peeking in.
"Hey, Cass," said Kerri as she put on her bathrobe. "Come on in."
"Okay, you guys," said Cassandra, grinning. "Which one of these do you think I should wear?"
She had on her short black silk robe, and there were two hangers in her hands. The first one held a skimpy red minidress with a flounced skirt. On the second hanger was a black catsuit with a low-cut back.
"Wow, I don't know, Cass," said Kerri. "What do you think, Ni?"
Actually, neither one of them looked to me like the right kind of thing to wear to school. Although maybe that was the way kids dressed in Rio de Janeiro, the city in Brazil where Cassandra's from. In the month or so since I'd known her, I'd never seen Cassandra in something that wasn't either short or tight.
I shrugged. "Wear whichever one's more comfortable."
Cassandra made a face and shook her head. Her dark hair tumbled into her face. She tucked the short waves back impatiently.
"Comfortable?" she said. "Oh, I don't care about that. I want to know which one will make more of an impression."
"Believe me, making an impression is the last thing you need to worry about with either one of those outfits," I said.
"Oh, good," said Cassandra, smiling. Unlike Kerri, she wasn't too modest. And she snapped up compliments as if they were candy. Still, she could be a lot of fun sometimes. You just had to be in the right mood.
Cassandra looked at the two outfits. "Maybe I'll wear the dress, then." She squinted out the window at the sky above the East
River. "It looks like it's going to be pretty warm today." She turned back to Kerri and me and grinned. "Thanks, guys," she said. "See you at breakfast."
After she'd gone, I looked out the window too.
"I don't see how she thought she could tell how warm it's going to be just by glancing outside," I said to Kerri.
"Oh, the weather probably doesn't even have anything to do with it," she said, her green eyes twinkling. "You know Cass. If she really wants to wear that red dress, a blizzard wouldn't stop her."
Fifteen minutes later, Kerri and I were ready. I had on my overalls, and Kerri wore her red SURF'S UP! T-shirt with black leggings and red high-tops. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a red bandanna.
We walked out to the dining area, where Paige was already eating breakfast and reading a book. She looked cute in her flowered dress with little heart-shaped buttons running down the front. When we came in, Paige glanced up and put down her book.
"Hi," she said. "You guys look great."
"Hey, so do you," said Kerri.
Just then Mrs. Hill, the woman who takes care of us and acts as our chaperon, came in from the kitchen.
"Good morning, girls," she said. "I'm cooking eggs for anyone who's interested. And there's the usual choices of fruit, cereal, and toast."
"I think I'll go for the cereal," said Kerri.
"Eggs, please," I said to Mrs. Hill. "And some whole wheat toast. Do you need any help in the kitchen?"
Mrs. Hill smiled. "No thanks, Naira, but I appreciate your offer." She headed back to the kitchen, her apron fluttering.
I always like to start the day with a hearty breakfast. Eating a good breakfast before a full day is like fueling up the gas tank of a car before taking a long trip. I thought of the huge breakfasts my dad liked to make on Sunday mornings. During the week, my family was too busy to sit down to a real breakfast together. Then on Saturdays I had my jazz dance class at the community center, and Jameel, Yusef, and Kyra usually ran off to play with their friends. But on Sundays my
dad always insisted that the whole family eat breakfast together. I had to admit, I did miss it.
I sat down next to Paige, and Kerri took the seat opposite mine. Just then, Pia came into the room wearing a gorgeous sleeveless patchwork dress.
"Buon giorno ragazze" she said. "Good morning, everyone."
"Hi, Pia," I said. "Love your dress."
"Oh, thank you," she said. "I made it myself."
"I should have known," I said with a smile. Pia's got an incredible fashion sense. She makes a lot of her own clothes, mostly patchwork creations. If she weren't pursuing her modeling career, she'd probably be in art school studying fashion design or even working for a famous designer. She's that good.
"It's neat," said Paige admiringly. "I love all those different textures and colors together."
"Actually, they are the pieces from old clothes," said Pia. "I worked the most hard on the back part"Чshe spun around to show us the intricate patchwork on the back of the dressЧ"but when I had my long hair, this was always, how you say, coperto, covered up."
Pia's hair had been cut short at a test with a photographer a few weeks before. Her long, dark hair had been beautiful, but the new cut showed off her features more and gave her a more chic look.
Mrs. Hill came through the door with a plate of eggs, which she set down in front of me.
"Where are those other two?" she said, putting her hands on her hips. "If they don't get out here soon, they'll be late."
"Well," said Paige, "when I left our room to get breakfast, Cassandra was trying to decide between a miniskirt and a pair of striped leggings."
"I thought she was going to wear the red dress," said Kerri.
"Oh, that was earlier," said Paige. "She's been through at least four other outfits since then."
I shook my head. I could understand that someone would want to look her best on the first day of school, but Cassandra would have been better off picking out her clothes the night before, as I had. Of course, then she might never have gotten to sleep!
"Well, she'd better hurry if she wants any