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apple out of the air, looking astonished for an instant, and then started laughing as we all rushed to tell her about weighing in and keeping track of our weight.
    I felt a million times better now that we were friends with Melanie again. I couldn ' t help remembering all the fun we had had and all the secrets we ' d shared. The Fabulous Five could never be the same without her. Besides, I thought with satisfaction, Melanie had been losing weight and getting prettier all through sixth grade. Our new project would be perfect for her modeling career.
    I smiled to mys elf. Too bad for Taffy Sinclair.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    It was the same old story on the playground Monday morning—Mona Vaughn trying to get Taffy ' s attention, and Taffy ignoring her. I felt sorry for Mona.
    " . . . and Laura said that I have the natural grace and poise to become a top fashion model, " Taffy was bragging. She was talking to Alexis Duvall and Kim Baxter, but she was talking so loudly that everyone on the school ground could hear her.
    " Gee, Taffy, I ' d love to watch you practice sometime, " said Mona. " I ' ll bet you ' re really good. "
    Taffy gave Mona a snooty look and turned back to Alexis and Kim, not even bothering to answer.
    " Laura will probably use her influence to get me all sorts of modeling jobs just as soon as the class is over, " she went on. " I can hardly wait. It ' s going to be fun, and with my TV experience, who knows how far I ' ll go. I ' ll probably make lots of money, even get rich! "
    " Taffy is disgusting, " complained Christie. We were standing far enough away from her that she couldn ' t hear what we were saying.
    " And such a snob, " I added. " Poor Mona. Taffy is treating her like dirt. She doesn ' t even care how badly she hurts Mona ' s feelings. "
    " That ' s typical of Taffy, " mused Beth. " She only cares about herself. "
    " But Mona doesn ' t do much to help the situation either, " said Katie. " I mean, she wouldn ' t be half so bad looking if she ' d j ust do something with her hair. "
    We all looked at Mona again. Katie was right. Mona ' s hair was limp and straight, hanging almost to her shoulders, and her bangs completely hid her eyebrows.
    " Did you ever see anything so stringy? " Katie went on. " And she slouches all the time instead of standing up straight. "
    " What she really needs is to go to modeling class, " said Christie. We all laughed at that. I almost doubled over at the thought of homely Mona Vaughn standing next to gorgeous Laura MacLeod and learning to walk across a room with her head up, her shoulders down, her tummy tucked in, and all that other business. And then, when I thought about her coming down the runway during a fashion show at Tanninger ' s, I really broke up. Poor Mona, I thought. She was nice, but she really needed to do something with her looks. I felt a little guilty about laughing, even though I had laughed to myself.
    At noon we gathered at our regular table in the cafeteria. I emptied my lunch bag onto the table and looked at the contents. One apple, one hard-boiled egg, and four carrot sticks. It was disgusting. Beth ' s and Melanie ' s lunches were practically the same, except that Beth had a nectarine instead of an apple, and Melanie had six carrot sticks instead of four. Christie had a carton of strawberry yogurt that was getting watery on top from being out of the refrigerator for so long. Only Katie had a decent lunch, a tuna sandwich on whole wheat bread.
    Beth must have seen the look on my face and read my mind because she said, " Jana, think about it. Have you ever seen a model who wasn ' t thin? And remember how great they look in their clothes. "
    " Well, at least nobody ' s having lettuce leaves and mineral water, " Katie said as she took a bite of her tuna sandwich. We all watched her chew it and then swallow as if we were starving street urchins with our noses pressed against a candy store window. " And you don ' t have to live on that stuff, " she said, pointing