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few miles north of Bridgeport, and she had tried out for the same part in Interns and Lovers that I had played on television. Of course I got the part, but ever since then her mother and mine had been enemies as terrible as Jana Morgan and me. If there was anything that would convince my mother to buy me a new outfit, it was the mention of Cynthia Cameron ' s name.
    " Maybe you ' re right, " Mother mused. " It might be a good idea to go out to the mall after school tomorrow and see what we can find. " She paused a moment and then beamed at me. " After all, we both know how important Friday night is, don ' t we? "
    " That ' s right, Mother. " I crossed my fingers and held them behind my back. " Friday night could be one of the most important nights of my life. "

CHAPTER SEVEN
    N ow that part one of my plan had gone just as I had hoped, the next thing I had to do was get my diary back. This called for part two of my plan.
    I left for school fifteen minutes early the next morning so that I could head off Mona Vaughn a block from the playground. I would rather have called her the night before and talked to her in total privacy, but meeting her would have to do. Her parents didn ' t have much money, and a telephone was a luxury they couldn ' t afford. Luxury? I wondered. How could anyone consider something so important as a telephone a luxury? But those had been Mona ' s very words when she had explained the situation to me a few weeks before.
    Standing there waiting for her, I had time to think about my diary again. I would die, absolutely die, if Jana and the others read it. Or worse yet, if they took it to the party and read it out loud in front of everybody. I knew exactly what they would do. They would pick out the parts that would embarrass me the most. Parts such as what I said about the club they had against me.
     
    Dear Diary:
    Today I found out something awful. It has been bad enough that Jana and her friends hate me and are jealous of my looks, but today I found out that they have a club against me. It's called The Against Taffy Sinclair Club, and the purpose of the club is to spy on me and write down everything I do and then get together and talk about me. I think that's the m eanest thing I ever heard of!! !
     
    It would be embarrassing for everyone to know about that club, all right, but that wasn ' t the worst of it. The rest of what I wrote was even more humiliating.
     
    Dear Diary:
    Today I did something to get even with Jana for having a club against me. I told her that I have a club against her , too. I said that it is called The Against Jana Morgan Club. What I didn't tell her was that I am the only member.
     
    I shifted my books nervously. Now Jana would know the truth. She had always thought that I had other girls in my club. She thought that at least Mona Vaughn was in it because Mona always followed me around like a lost puppy. I wished now that Mona had been in my club. I wished that I had asked every other girl in our class to be in it. I had wished it then, too.
     
    Dear Diary:
    Today I saw Jana and her friends writing things about me in their notebooks. It made me furious. I really wish I had other girls in my club, too, so that we could talk about them and write things in our notebooks. We could write about how Jana always makes goo-goo eyes at Mr. Neal, the fifth-grade teacher, or how flat-chested she and her friends are compared to me. I could write those things myself, but it wouldn ' t be any fun. Not without someone to share them with. I thought about askin g some girls to be in my club. I' ve thought about it a lot lately, but I couldn't stand for anyone to think that I had to beg someone to be my friend.
     
    Actually, most girls were too jealous of me to want to be friends, I thought. Everyone, that is, except for Mona Vaughn. Fortunately The Fabulous Five liked Mona, too. That ' s why right now she was my only hope.
    When Mona walked up the street, I was so deep in thought that I didn ' t