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compliment sounded like it was delivered by Buckingham Palace.
    â€œReally?” Duncan looked down at his sleeves, clearly baffled. (Boys were slow: an unfortunate fact of life.) “This is the same jacket I had last year.”
    â€œMust be just you then, Dunk,” Parker said.
    â€œCourtney! Tins! Natalie!”
    â€œOMG!” Parker’s fourth best friend, Courtney Wallace, her fifth best friend, Tinsley Reardon, and her sixth best friend, Natalie Taylor came over: hugs all around.
    Courtney gave Parker the limpest squeeze of the bunch. “I am so completely embarrassed I forgot to tag you in that photo from my party last year, I’m really glad you picked up on it,” she said, her voice sadly dripping with fakeness. “My bad.”
    â€œNo biggie.” Parker forgave her. “It wasn’t the best photo of me anyway.”
    â€œThat’s what I thought.” Courtney smiled.
    â€œGreat ’do, Tins!” Parker remarked.
    Tinsley’s hair was looking even more volumized than usual.
    Tinsley tightened the fancy barrette in the back of the pouf on top of her head. “It’s a Hollywood Hair Bumpit.” She let the Lylas have a peek of the plastic insert underneath her hair. “ Way more volume than just the regular Bumpit.”
    â€œNice,” they agreed.
    â€œ Pouffy .”
    â€œSweet bangs, Keek!” The Hyphenators, Cosima Adrianzen-Fonseca and Emily Crawford-Green, admired Kiki’s new hair—the must-have haircut that every girl at Wallingford would soon get, according to Kiki.
    â€œYummy sweater! Fabulouz glasses! Loving the turtleneck! Cute scrunchy!”
    Per the Rules, the Lylas found something to like about everyone. The walk to the lockers was going even better than Parker had imagined.
    Plum tugged on Parker’s tote and nodded her head toward an unfamiliar girl standing by the water fountain. It was a Wally noof, nearly unheard of in eighth grade. Most people changed schools earlier on or waited to be freshman—eighth was the harshest year to change schools.
    Parker gulped.
    The new girl had a quilted Coral Vines tote dangling from the crook of her arm and a matching headband holding back her long curtain of baby-blond hair. Her eyebrows were a deep shade of brown, though, and still in their natural state, enough to make Plum’s fingers twitch for tweezers and some eyebrow gel. She bent down and took a drink from the fountain. Parker could see the colorful macramé bracelet that fit loosely around her slim wrist. It was just like the ones the Lylas didn’t wear anymore.
    â€œWho’s that?” Ikea whispered.
    Kiki peered over her sunglasses. Parker averted her eyes.
    â€œThat’s Cricket Von Wielding,” Tinsley Reardon answered loudly. She took out a Lipglass and twisted it open, smoothing on a fresh shiny layer. “We’re loving the Coral Vines tote, right?”
    â€œAs in Governor Von Wielding?” Ikea gasped.
    â€œApparently the family wanted to find a school closer to the Governor’s Mansion.” Tinsley doled out the tidbit of insider info about Cricket like it was just the beginning of all that she knew. “Plus Swiss boarding school is so politically incorrect.”
    â€œI totally would have voted for Governor Von Wielding if I was eighteen,” Ikea said. “The governor’s platform really supports the African American and Hispanic agendas.”
    â€œMy father doesn’t trust the Democrats,” Tinsley said. “But Cricket seems super-sweet. Don’t you think?”
    They all stared at the girl at the water fountain even as they tried not to.
    Plum squinted. “Somebody should tell her about those eyebrows.” She caught Parker glaring at her. “You know…” she added, “to be helpful.”
    Cricket Von Wielding hoisted her Coral Vines tote up over her shoulder. Parker waited to introduce herself but the new girl