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Heather’s status was so precarious that if her father got divorced,he’d be back at his $11.00/hour gardening job the next day. Rumor had it that she had already done the do with several boys at school, including Hunter Grant—the former star of some ABC Friday-night sitcom now in syndication. Her desperation made her sleep with random guys, dress like a working girl and take whatever crap high school It girl, Starr Lester, dished out.
    Starr actually felt a little bit sorry for her. Pace could be big-time intimidating—especially for someone who hadn’t grown up with money. Behind her shades, Starr’s eyes shifted to Dionne. Thankfully she took in all the newness in stride— with Starr’s help. Unfortunately for Heather, BFF slots on the roster of Starr’s closest and dearest friends were filled.
    “Hi,” Starr finally said, ignoring the surprised expressions on Dionne and Marisol’s face.
    “You workin’ that uniform, Miss Heather,” Jordan drawled before he licked his lips and raised one of her hands high to twirl her slowly like a showroom car on display.
    In Starr’s mind if Heather was a car, she would be a rusty, beat-down, hooptee with a flashy paint job that couldn’t hide all the wear and tear.
    Starr slipped her arms through Marisol and Dionne’s to gently guide them along inside the building. Jordan had definitely just worked her last nerve and dropped down several notches on her Pace Academy Hot Boyz ranking. Boys can be soooooooooo stupid, Starr thought as they continued their strut up the brick-paved walkway.
    “I’ll holla at y’all later… especially you, Starr,” he called out after they turned to walk away.
    Mad at him or not, Starr’s heart still raced as she stepped inside the doors of Pace Academy.
     
    IT’S ON!
    Posted in uncategorized on September 02 @ 6:00 a.m. by thedivaofdish
    Today is the very first day of school at ole Pace Academy. Not exactly sure how I really feel. I mean I love Pace Academy and all, but the freaky teachers? Mr. Funky-breath, the Headmaster? Silly classes? Insignificant grades? Horrible rules? Terrible school lunches? Wannabe cliques? Gross drama?
    Puh-leeze.
    In one hour we all fill the halls and the school year begins. What will it bring? What will go down? What will I have to say about it all? Check back often and peep Pace Academy…the way I see it.
    Just remember this is for students’ eyes only. So don’t tell. Just in case you all can’t keep a secret, I’ll show you that I can fo sho, because who I really am is for me to know and you all not to bother trying to find out!
    Smooches,
    Pace Academy’s Diva of Dish
     
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    Dionne
September 2 @ 7:40 a.m. | Mood: Grateful
    Walking inside the main hall of Pace Academy was like stepping back in time. The long tiled hallway. The front of the lockers covered with dark walnut doors. The eighteen-foot ceilings arched like cathedrals. The floors smelled like polishing wax and the paneling and railings had a lemon-scented fragrance from what the cleaner used on the wood throughout the building.
    Depending on the lighting, Pace Academy could look as heavenly as a church or as creepy as a haunted house. Well, to Dionne anyway. It was a long, long way from South 17th Street Elementary.
    She remembered how afraid she had been last year when she walked inside the main hall that very first day. Everything was so different—so new, so scary. Even though there were three hundred students at Pace, Dionnehad been scared. Thank God I have Marisol and Starr with me now, she thought to herself as she twisted her precious bracelets.
    “Welcome back to Pace Academy,” Marisol said softy, as they stood there framed by the sunlight beaming in from the open doors behind them.
    Time seemed to stand still as the activity around them moved in slow-motion as they tried to take it in. All eyes were on them. It was as if now, school could officially start. The Pacesetters had arrived. The girls loved it.