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even see her coming.
    " Hi, Taffy, " she said cheerfully. " Waiting for someone? "
    " Oh, hi. " I looked around to make sure no one from school was nearby to hear what we were saying. " As a matter of fact, I was waiting for you. "
    Mona was obviously pleased. She danced up to me, grinning like crazy. I looked her over quickly. Actually, her dark hair did look better now that Jana and her friends had shown her how to style it. And her violet eyes were finally visible with her bangs pulled away from her face. But she still looked like the pits with her baggy, mismatched clothes and her dingy sneakers. I had been counting on that to make my plan work.
    " I really like the way you ' re wearing your hair lately, " I said. " That ' s a neat style. "
    Mona looked a little embarrassed for a moment. " Thanks, " she murmured. " Jana and her friends sh owed me how to fix it this way. "
    " They ' ve really been buttering you up lately, haven ' t they? " I asked, trying to sound innocent.
    " Buttering me up? Of course not. What makes you think that? "
    " Oh, nothing. " I didn ' t say anything else for a minute, and then I added as casually as I could, " They were really hanging around with you a lot for a while, weren ' t they? You know, when Melanie Edwards and I were in the same modeling class and were spending so much time together. I ' m sure they weren ' t trying to make me jealous, or anything. They probably just like you. "
    Mona ' s eyes widened in horror, but she kept looking straight ahead and didn ' t say anything. She probably didn ' t think I saw the expression on her face. She probably didn ' t think that Jana and the others would do something so mean to anyone, either. But of course I knew better. Just look at all the mean things they had done to me.
    When I saw Mona ' s chin start to quiver, I knew it was time to bring up my diary.
    " They just love to act goody-goody and then do terrible things behind people ' s backs, " I said. Mona shot a questioning look in my direction, so I went on. " For instance, did you know that they are the ones who have my diary, and they won ' t give it back? "
    " You ' re kidding! I heard on the playground that it was missing. But how do you know that they ' re the ones who have it? "
    " I saw them with it, " I said triumphantly. " They were crowded around looking at it yesterday morning when we found the lockers all mixed up. It was just before Miss Wiggins told everybody to give back what they could identify. "
    " Maybe they didn ' t know it was yours. "
    " They knew, all right, " I said. " Not only that, I asked them for it, but they wouldn ' t give it to me. Now they ' ve probably hidden it somewhere, but I don ' t have the slightest idea where. "
    " Oh, Taffy. That ' s terrible. Maybe I could find out for you. "
    I sighed deeply and gave her a hug. " Thanks a lot, Mona, but it ' s no use. Even though they really like you and trust you, I ' m sure they wouldn ' t tell even you where they ' re keeping it. They want to make me as miserable as they possibly can! "
    Mona started to protest, but I shook my head. " Forget it, " I said with a sad little smile. " I know that there isn ' t anything you can do. But thanks anyway. I appreciate your wanting to help. Let ' s change the subject and talk about something fun, like Curtis ' s party. Do you know yet what you ' re wearing? "
    This time her expression turned dismal, and she gazed dejectedly toward her feet. " I don ' t have anything to wear, " she admitted. " Not anything nice enough for a party. I was even thinking about not going. "
    " Don ' t be silly. Of course you ' re going. You don ' t need anything special for Curtis ' s party. Probably most girls will be in jeans. "
    " So? " said Mona. " These are my best jeans, and they ' re patched in three places. "
    " So? " I teased. " Patched jeans are in. But wait. I have a better idea. I have tons of clothes, and I can ' t wear them all to one party. Why don ' t you come over after supper and