sister had sat on me and farted, or asked me to hang out in her room, then shut the door in my face. âBelieve me, Iâd rather be an only child any day.â
âYou only say that because you donât know what itâs like to be alone.â
âI guess.â I thought for a moment. Then I said, âAnd youâre only saying so because you donât know otherwise.â
She laughed and said, âOkay. How about this: When we hang out, you can pretend like youâre an only child and Iâll pretend that youâre my little sister. I can help you with things like getting hooked up with Jason Andersen and making Class Favorite. What do you say?â
She looked at me with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Maybe it was completely horrible being an only child. Sure, I hated Elisabeth and all that stuff, but we did play together when we were kids. She had even given me some advice over the years.
âYeah,â I said. âSounds cool.â
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Having a goal seemed like the productive thing to do. So, as soon as I got home, I decided to start right in on my Class Favoriteânominee quest before I could even think about what I was doing.
I saw Elisabeth sitting on her bed through her half-open door, her long, tanned legs bent as she painted her toenails cotton candy pink. I stuck my head through the door and asked, âCan I come in?â
She glanced up. âI guess.â
Elisabethâs room was always spotless, despite being cluttered with running trophies. She even made her bed in the mornings without Mom telling her to. At the edge of her bed was a copy of Running magazine, her biology textbook, a red folder, and her diary. She had a copy of Us Weekly under her foot to keep any nail polish from getting on her comforter.
I sat on the floor facing her, my back up against the wall next to her tennis shoes, my legs straight out in front of me.
âYouâre so lucky Mom doesnât humiliate you,â I began, referring to the flowers.
âShe didnât mean to,â she said. It was just like her to be the good daughter, even when Mom wasnât around to notice.
âItâs so embarrassing,â I said. âIâm surprised you didnât hear about it over at your school.â
âI canât believe youâre still worrying about that. Listen.âShe screwed the cap back on the polish and set it on her nightstand. âI totally agree that what happened on Friday was humiliating, but it wasnât Momâs faultâshe was just trying to be nice. And you said you already got teased for it. Iâm sure everyoneâs moved on from it by now. You should too.â
âMaybe,â I said. âI just wish I knew how everyone found out.â I looked up at my sister and asked, âA school administrator could get fired for telling stuff about a student, right?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âNever mind.â
Elisabeth leaned back against her headboard, gave me a look, and said, âSara, if you want something, just ask.â
âWell, I was wondering if youâd do me a favor.â
âObviously.â
âIâm just trying to think of ways to make my life a little easier. So I was just wondering, you know, since youâre such good friends with Coach Eckels, and since heâs the guysâ basketball coach and youâre so close to him and all, will you please, next time you see him, ask him if I can be a stat girl? Please? â
âWhy donât you ask him yourself?â
âBecause he likes you.â
She picked up a bottle of clear polish and rhythmically slapped it on her palm.
âWhy didnât you tell me you started your period?â she suddenly asked.
âWhy did you have to out me to Mom about it?â I retorted.
âSara, you make too big a deal of things.â
âOh, right. Like having guys offer me a tampon is no big deal.â I felt
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