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she’ll whip out another “I-packed-it-just-in-case-my- blood-sugar-levels-bottom-out lunch”.
    “Thanks, you’re such a sweetheart,” I replied.
    I thought about leaving the twenty dollars in the fridge that morning just to spite Mum. Then I thought about how much I needed a new mascara, and with my credit card maxed out and all … I quickly shoved the note into my blazer before I changed my mind.
    “So has your new BFF Ella been over yet to see the ‘best house in East Rivermoor’?”
    “Yes, our new friend Ella did come over after school yesterday. We walked home together.”
    “And?”
    “She loved it. She was like, ‘oh my God you have a powder room,’ and I was like, ‘we have four, actually,’ and she almost peed herself. I think when I showed her my bedroom in the turret and my four-poster bed—that’s when she truly died.”
    Lexi smiled wryly. “I realise I was kinda mean to Ella yesterday when I just sat there and said nothing … but like Marianne says, we can’t let someone into our group just like that. We don’t know anything about her.”
    “Since when have you listened to Marianne?” I replied and shot her a stony glance. Lexi looked away quickly.
    “You know what I mean, Lizzie. We’ve known each other forever. Our parents have always known each other. You met Ella randomly in the lunch queue just yesterday.”
    “I know, but—”
    “All I’m saying is that Marianne might be right. You said Ella’s mother used to home-school her before they moved to East Rivermoor, right? Her mother could be some sort of freaky hermit. And anyway, this is our last term. We should just enjoy it together. Just the three of us.”
    I didn’t reply. The Marianne thing got to me more than I would admit.
    “Let’s just let her hang around,” I said finally. “She’sactually quite funny and quirky and pretty too. Okay, so we can work on the pretty part. The question is, do you want to see her fall into the hands of the Jane Blondes instead?”
    “I guess not,” replied Lexi, not sounding very convinced. “You’re the boss after all. Oh. Hi.”
    A tall blond boy with black eyes slid up next to Lexi. Have you ever wondered where all the emo kids disappear to when the sun comes out? Well, some of them change out of their skinny jeans and go play sport. This was one of them. I called him by his last name, Aardant. Lexi called him by his first name, Alistair, and it made her blush every time.
    “I heard the date has been set for the end-of-school ball,” he said.
    “Oh really?” replied Lexi and she started fiddling with her hair.
    “I heard about it yesterday after training.”
    What a jerk. As if he didn’t have a girlfriend already. And speaking of the she-devil, that girlfriend happened to be Jane Ayres. I wouldn’t blame him for wanting to take Lexi to the ball instead of that psycho, but…
    I flashed him a look and decided to walk ahead. I didn’t want to hear him tell Lexi to check out those calves just made for slow dancing. For the first time in my life, I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached the school gates.
    Somewhere along the line, the Parent and School Committee had decided that the air of sophistication Priory needed was a pair of golden gates, with cupids andcornucopias on top of them. The only problem was that the Parent and School Committee didn’t want to appear cheap by getting gold leaf, so they got solid gold. As a result the gates are so heavy that they now remain permanently open. Doing an awesome job of keeping strangers out and truants in.
    Unfortunately, standing at the open gate was the large figure of Daniel Smalls. I sucked in my breath.
    “Boans!” He bellowed and pointed at me with his hand in the shape of a gun. “Hollerings wants to see you. You’re in trouble—big time.”
    He shot his imaginary gun at me and sauntered off.
    I scowled. I swear he’s part troll. I’ve seen his father once and he looks just like a Ukrainian
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