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two. Miranda and Hana, since this is your room and you have an underclassman in it, you’ll be on the first shift to clean the hallways and the bathrooms. You’ll be expected to do this every morning before breakfast. I expect them to be spotless. Cleaning supplies are in my room, and you’ll be reporting there tomorrow morning at five-thirty.”
    “But—”
    “If I hear any more excuses from you, I’ll make it two weeks instead of one,” Ms. P says curtly. “And as for you, ” she adds, turning to Lindsay. “You get a warning— this time. But I expect you to stay out of this dorm, understood?”
    “Why does she get a warning and we don’t?” I can’t believe this. I knew my parents spoiled Lindsay, but why is Ms. P giving her a break?
    “You’re an expert on Bard, aren’t you, Miranda? You should know by now that things here are hardly fair. For any of us.” Ms. P gives me a look that tells me she’s talking about herself. She’s one disgruntled ghost.
    I sigh.
    It’s going to be one long semester.

Four
    “Remind me again why Lindsay’s not here with us cleaning?” Hana asks me as the two of us stand over a very old-looking toilet seat. This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had to do, hands down, even including stocking the edible undies and inflatable penises at In the Puke.
    “Because she’s the original kiss-up,” I say. “She was practically slobbering over Ms. P trying to win her over. That’s why she’s my parents’ favorite, by the way. Because she’s always telling them how great they are, too, even though it’s all BS.”
    “Well, your parents must have caught on. She ended up here, didn’t she?”
    “But she wanted to come here,” I say. “She engineered the whole thing. She thought it was some kind of cool private school with a bunch of tough kids. She’s in a delinquent phase.”
    “Still, it’s got to be better to have your sister here than not. I wish I could see my brother more often,” Hana says.
    “But you don’t understand. Lindsay blames me for everything and somehow everyone always believes her. I’m always the one getting punished, while Lindsay gets whatever she wants. I ask for a hamster and get denied, but Lindsay gets a hamster farm, two gerbils, and a dog. I ask for an iPod Mini and get turned down, but Lindsay not only gets an iPhone, she gets speakers and her own laptop, too. I mean, it’s just not fair. She gets everything she wants. She even has boobs.”
    “You have boobs,” Hana points out.
    “Barely,” I say. “She’s got B cups, and she’s only fourteen. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is when people assume she’s the older sister because she’s stacked?”
    “No, but—”
    “And don’t even get me started on her popular kids obsession.”
    I realize I’m scrubbing the toilet a little too hard, and I stop. I’m still so mad that Lindsay followed me to Bard. That’s it, really. I feel like she’s going to great lengths to ruin my life. Ever since she learned to walk she’s been following me around and embarrassing me. Like the time she followed me to Brad Jacobs’s house, my fourth-grade crush, and fell into his swimming pool a split second before I swear he was going to kiss me.
    And now I’m going to be late for the crummy Bard breakfast because I’m scrubbing toilets.
    “At least we can see outside,” Hana says, nodding to a big window in the girls’ bathroom. We didn’t have one of those in our old bathroom. It was wall-to-wall creepy black-and-white tile. This one at least has some light coming in.
    I walk over to the window where Hana is standing and see people from across campus filing into the cafeteria, which has just opened.
    “Hey, isn’t that Lindsay?” Hana points to a girl who does look a lot like my sister. She is, in fact, and she’s changed into her Bard Academy uniform. She has her hair up in pigtails, which makes her look twelve, but it’s the hairstyle that MacKenzie said looked