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breakfast," said Mrs. Hill. She turned to Pia. "And what about Katerina? Is she still in your room?"
Pia shook her head. "I believe that my roommate has been in the back bathroom for the past one-half hour."
"Oh, well, that is certainly long enough," huffed Mrs. Hill.
Paige stood up quickly. "I'll go check on her."
Paige is the closest thing Katerina has to a friend here. Katerina's quiet, and she pretty much keeps to herself. I think most of us aren't sure if she's a snob, or just shy. Just when I'm sure she's shy, then she goes and does something snobby.
Paige hurried down the hall, and Mrs. Hill looked at her watch.
"It's already eight o'clock," said Mrs. Hill. "You girls are going to have to get a lot more organized in the future if you expect to get to school on time."
I thought of my backpack, ready to go since yesterday. Just then Cassandra arrived. She wasn't wearing any of the outfits she had been considering when she talked to Kerri and me. Instead, she had on a cropped
white tank top and black stretch jeans.
"Hi, everyone," she said, breezing into the room. She grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table.
"I'm sorry, Cassandra, I was going to offer you some eggs," said Mrs. Hill. "But it doesn't look like there's enough time now."
"That's okay," said Cassandra. She waved her apple. "This is fine."
Mrs. Hill frowned. "I'd like to see you eat more than that for breakfast."
"Please don't worry about me, Mrs. Hill," Cassandra said. She reached for another apple. "I'll take a spare with me to school. Okay?"
Just then Paige walked into the room with Katerina. Katerina had on a pleated blue plaid skirt and a white blouse. Her curly light brown hair was tied back with a piece of white lace. Her normally pale skin looked paler than ever, and she was biting on her lower lip. Definitely shy today, I thought.
"I'm afraid you're not going to have time for breakfast now either," Mrs. Hill said. She sighed.
"Pajolsta, please," said Katerina. "I do not think I am feeling very hungry this morning."
"You're probably hungry, but you just don't realize it," said Paige. "Believe me, I was so nervous I didn't feel like eating anything, but after one bite, I realized I was really hungry."
"Yeah, you should probably at least take something with you for later, Katerina," I said. "You'll need your strength to get through the day."
"All right, that's it," said Mrs. Hill. "Everyone wait here just a moment."
She walked into the kitchen and came out with a plate of steaming brown muffins.
"Everybody take one," she said. "They're my special five-grain banana muffins. I was saving them to offer you all as a snack when you got home from school, but it looks as if you need them more now. Go onЧno one leaves the house without a muffin in her hand."
She handed the plate to Kerri, who grabbed a muffin and passed them on to Cassandra. When the plate got to me, I thought about reminding Mrs. Hill that I'd already had a big breakfast. Then the hot muffins smelled so delicious that I decided to take one anyway. Besides, I knew that if Mrs.
Hill had made them they were guaranteed to be healthy and delicious.
Just then, the intercom from the lobby buzzed. 1 knew it must be Carla and Janet, the two assistants from Ford Models who would take us to our new schools. A little shiver of excitement went down my spine.
"Okay, girls," said Mrs. Hill, taking the empty muffin plate from Paige. "You're off. Good luck to you all, and have a great day!"
"Puxa, wow!" exclaimed Cassandra as she gazed around. She looked ready to plunge into the crowd of students in front of us.
"I didn't know it would be so crowded," Paige whispered. She looked ready to run back home.
"Me neither," said Kerri. "How are we going to figure out where we're supposed to go?" She turned to Cassandra. "I wish you hadn't told Carla we'd be okay without her."
"Don't be silly," said Cassandra. "We'll be fine. Besides, who wants to look like they brought a baby-sitter with them? I didn't even have that when I started school for the first time."
"That's because you had a tutor, Cassandra," I said, looking around. "There must be
some kind of a system. We just have to find out what it is."
The four of us were standing in the open lobby area of the four-story stone building that housed HSPS. All around us were other kidsЧmost were standing in groups talking and laughing, others were walking by quickly, and some were leaning against the walls writing on little yellow cards.
They didn't look all that different from the people I'd gone to school with at the Guilford Academy, back in Chicago. Except for the way they were dressed, that is. The styles here were a lot funkierЧand probably a lot more expensiveЧthan what I was used to. Maybe it was because HSPS has so many students who are actors and models.
At home, people dressed more casuallyЧ jeans, sweat shirts, stuff like that. Here guys had on bright colors, vests, suspenders, even hats. There were a couple of guys in ties, and other guys in ripped jeans. Girls wore everything from tight micro-miniskirts to gauzy harem pants. I saw several girls in baby-doll dresses and combat boots; a lot of girls had on those over-the-knee socks; and one girl had on a tuxedo. As it turned out,
Cassandra in her cropped top and stretch jeans didn't look out of place at all. No wonder she was so excitedЧshe looked as though she belonged.
"Hey," said Paige suddenly. She pointed. "Over there. Maybe that's where we go."
She pointed across the room, beyond a crowd of students. On the wall above a long table was a sign: PICK UP REGISTRATION CARDS HERE.
"Sounds like a good starting place to me," I agreed.
"I hope you guys are right," said Kerri. "I don't want to spend my day wandering around tne lobby."
We crossed the room, threading our way through the crowd. Finally we joined a line of students waiting in front of the table.
"Pzmz, wow," said Cassandra again, under her breath. Her lashes fluttered a bit. "Look at all these cute guys."
Just as she said it, I felt something under my clog. Then there was a loud voice in my ear. "Ouch! Watch it!"
I turned around and saw a tall guy in a purple baseball cap turned backward, like half the guys in the lobby. He was African-
American, like me, and his skin was a smooth dark brown. He had really huge brown, almond-shaped eyes with curly lashes. In one of his ears was a tiny gold hoop earring.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, taking a step backward.
"Hey, no problem," he said. "I've got another one." He grinned at me. He had beautiful white teeth. Maybe he did toothpaste ads or something.
"Another one?" I repeated. What on earth was he talking about?
"Yeah," he said, his grin growing even bigger. "Another foot."
"Oh," I said. "I get it."