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faced the empty screen. Now what? It was June. Opportunities to “better” Merston High were hardly flooding her in-box. But if she wanted her father’s approval, she’d have to do something. Take initiative. Try.
    She hurried over to the laptop blinking on an antique mirrored credenza and Googled OPPORTUNITY HELP SCHOOL . About 730,000,000 results popped up. Lala began scrolling and stopped at number thirteen.
    And there it was. The high school extracurricular dream. Whoever had said that number was unlucky was about to be proved wrong. Dead wrong.



CHAPTER THREE
SUBSTITUTE CREATURE
    A swarm of stylishly disheveled hipsters inched toward the squat brick building, drawn to the yellow light spilling from the open door.
    Despite the warm night, Melody Carver zipped her black hoodie and folded her arms across her chest. Was she seriously outside a college pub dressed in a bleach-stained Hello Kitty tee, striped pajamas, and UGG flip-flops? She was the one with the influential Siren voice. She was supposed to be telling other people what to do. And yet somehow her older sister, Candace, a normie, had her beat when it came to persuasion.
    “IDs,” grumbled the thick-necked bouncer. He wielded his black penlight Darth Vader–style.
    A doe-eyed pixie at the front of the line stepped forward, flashing her card and an eye roll. “I’m here, like, every night,” she told her friends. “Does he seriously need to check?”
    “When you grow to five-nine and weigh a hundred and fifty-five pounds, I’ll stop. Now beat it, Bambi,” he said, waving the next person forward.
    “Nice pit stains!” the petite girl shouted, wobble-stomping away in wedges as high as the box they came in.
    “Next!”
    A boy in skinny jeans patted his pockets frantically as a guy in a white muscle tee and tattoo sleeves fist-bumped Pit Stains and cruised inside.
    “Clear your throat,” Candace mumbled from the side of her poppy-red mouth. “We’re next.”
    They inched forward. The humid air smelled like cigarettes and patchouli oil. Fearing an asthma attack, Melody waved away the smoke. Candace smacked her. “Stop acting high school.”
    “But I’m
in
high—”
    “Tonight you’re not!” Candace fluffed her blond curls.
    “I can’t believe Shane hasn’t busted you yet.” Melody giggled, amazed. “Does he honestly think you go to Willamette College?”
    “Why wouldn’t he?”
    “For one thing, he never sees you on campus,” Melody said, suddenly needing to pee. Why had she drunk that thirty-two-ounce Dr Pepper? Oh yeah, because she’d thought she would be at home studying for her math test, not working a dive-bar bouncer so Candace could meet her college boyfriend.
    Candace plucked an olive-colored feather from Melody’s hair and tucked it behind her own ear. “Accessorizing is so easy when you’re around. I swear, everyone should have a Siren for a sister.”
    “I think someone should have
you
for a sister,” Melody teased. “I need a break.”
    Behind them, a brunette wearing a flannel dress and combat boots was examining Candace. Melody was used to it by now. Her sister’s beachy good looks and city style were checked out more than the library’s copy of
Twilight
.
    A girl with dreadlocks tapped Candace on her shimmer-dusted shoulder. “Hey, Barbie. Like, prom is next month.”
    “ ’Scuse me?” Candace asked, confused.
    Melody’s heart thumped. It always did when she was about to get bullied. What would it be tonight? Her slippers? Her pajamas? Her tangled hair?
    “You think you’re gonna get past Mini dressed like that?” asked Flannel.
    “She belongs on top of a birthday cake.” (Dreads.)
    “Or a parade float.” (Flannel.)
    “Or a hill of Skittles.” (Dreads.)
    Flannel burst out laughing. “What’s a hill of Skittles?”
    Dreads blew a line of smoke from her thin lips and shrugged. “I have no idea.”
    They laughed together.
    Shock overshadowed Melody’s urge to pee. These girls were making fun of