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wasn’t going to need much more than three months !
    Her hands dropped to her sides. Her body went dead.
    Unless she was still on probation.
    She’d never even considered that as a possibility. But she’d just lost points with Gina today for pulling out her wall flip. Why couldn’t she learn to just be patient? After today, she could still be on probation for the world championship.
    Devane shook her head. Huh-uh. No. That would not happen to her. She hadn’t done anything so bad in class. And she’d already been on probation for weeks.
    She waited until the practice room emptied out, then she approached Gina. “I will be off probation by the nationals and the championship” is what she wanted to say. But she made it a question. “Gina, I’ll be off probation by the nationals and the championship, won’t I?”
    Gina hesitated. “It’s definitely a possibility.”
    Devane wanted to walk. She wanted to walk out the door and slam it behind her. If they didn’t want her in the group—as burnin’ as she was—then fine. She would just find herself another—
    Don’t you go there again, fool, she told herself. She took a long, slow breath. “Can you tell me what I have to do to get off probation? Is there a list of things?” Devane could work with a list. With a list and her calendar, she could have a plan tonight.
    â€œMaddy and I just need to feel sure that there won’t ever be a repeat of what happened at the Gulliver Academy show. We want to know that you’re committed to being a team player,” Gina answered. “I’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying these last few weeks. I really appreciate it, Devane.”
    Appreciation. Yeah. Appreciation wasn’t going to get Devane and her mom and little brother out of Overtown and onto Hibiscus Island. It wouldn’t even pay for the bus ride.
    Devane needed to be discovered. She needed to be a star. That’s when things would change.
    She needed to be in that championship.
    You can make it happen, Devane thought. You will make it happen.
    But how?

    â€œCool beanz about the championship, right?” Sophie asked ill papi as they headed down the hall after class. He gave a kind of half grunt for an answer.
    â€œI don’t really get that expression—cool beanz—do you?” Sophie rambled, her heart doing this freaky skittering thing in her chest. Ever since she’d had that I-LIKE-him-like-him flash at Disney World, it had been hard to talk to ill papi. Maybe the words were the same. But she felt different saying them. Clumsy—but in her mouth.
    â€œCool beanz. What’s cool about them?” she stumbled on. “They’re beans. Even with the z on the end, they’re just beans. Pinto, kidney, even garbanzo. I’m just not finding the coolness.”
    Ill papi didn’t answer. Or smile. Or tell her she was whack. It was like she wasn’t even there.
    He was treating her the way he treated Sammi. Not fun. Ill papi ducked into the boys’ locker room without saying “bye” or “see ya” or even “never come near me again.”
    â€œBye, ills,” Sophie muttered. “Yeah, I agree. We’ve become great friends since I joined the group. Uh, well, love to chat, but I got to go.” She waved at the closed door of the boys’ locker room and headed into the girls’.
    Lots of talking in there. And all about the competitions.
    â€œWe need some new costumes for sure,” Rachel said. “Ours are getting tired.”
    â€œThere’s this girl at my school who designs her own stuff,” Chloe answered, pulling on a long, gauzy skirt as black as her dyed hair. “Maybe she could come up with—”
    â€œWe don’t all want to look like vampires,” Becca interrupted, teasing. “Vamps don’t come shaped like me anyway. You don’t get curves like these