going on. Good luck to them. I mean, they’re both really nice.’
Cass and Alice looked at me a bit strangely, but Cass just said, ‘Yeah, they are. And remember, Gemma managed to put together a play with Vanessa and Karen without running amokand killing either of them. So she must be a very together person.’
Then we stopped talking about Gemma and started talking about what Vanessa’s ad might be like (look, we’re talking as if she’s definitely got it already). Alice suggested that Vanessa might have to dress up like an actual chocolate chip cookie, which wouldn’t be so bad as she would look ridiculous and she mightn’t boast about it so much. Then Cass said that it could be an animated ad, and that Vanessa might only be doing a voiceover.
‘Which would obviously be the best result of all,’ she said, and Alice and I agreed.
Though then Alice said, ‘Aren’t we thinking too much about this? I mean, why do we care so much about Vanessa’s ad? We should just ignore her.’
And she’s right, of course. But still. It’s very hard to ignore Vanessa when we have to put up with her every day.
If something really was going on between Sam and Gemma, wouldn’t they have been on their own? Though I suppose I gointo town with just Cass and Liz quite often, and they are definitely going out. Oh well, it hasn’t got anything to do with me.
Week 3
Well, it looks like Cass and I really are psychic (possibly) because of course Vanessa did get that part in the ad, which is yet more proof that there is no such thing as karma. If there was, then Vanessa would currently be living under a bridge like a troll. The ad people rang her this morning, as Cass and I discovered as soon as we walked into our form room to dump things in our lockers. She was holding forth to the whole class, who were, for once, actually standing around her, actively listening. They really shouldn’t encourage her like that.
‘The contract is just for one television advertisement and poster campaign,’ Vanessa was saying when we came in. ‘But if the campaign is as successful as they’re sure it will be, then there’s going to be, like, a whole series of different ads all based on my character, Kookie.’
Kookie! The mind reels.
‘I’m sure there will be,’ said Caroline, who seems to be asloyal to Vanessa as ever.
‘They’re already working on follow-up ideas,’ said Vanessa smugly.
Good grief. So we might have to put up with her on our tellies for years on end. And on billboards. What a terrible prospect.
Alice, however, is more optimistic.
‘Maybe it won’t be too bad,’ she said at lunchtime. ‘I mean, we do know she’s a good actress. Maybe she’ll be playing a likeable character? The ad could be really good!’
I suppose this is possible, but still. First of all, the character is called Kookie, which doesn’t bode well. And second of all, I don’t actually care how good the ads are. When I am at home I want to forget about the irritating elements of school. I don’t want to be reminded of Vanessa in the ad breaks of
Laurel Canyon
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But at least there are no billboards between school and my house so I won’t have to look at any posters of her every day. And – this really is good news – we all got texts from Veronica this evening saying the Knitting Factory scheme is definitely going ahead! Hurrah! She said it should be up and running in about two weeks and before then she’s going to send us links to the venue’s registration website so we can book workshopsand studio time online. I just hope all our parents don’t get weird about the whole Junior Cert thing and stop us going there. Surely they can’t begrudge us a few hours a week for our creative hobby? I mean, it’s not like we’d be going there for wild nights out, just a couple of hours every weekend in the middle of the afternoon. What else could we be doing then? After all, there’s only so much studying we can do. And I know Mum did piano
Lawrence Sanders, Vincent Lardo
Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour