Comedy Girl by Ellen Schreiber Page B

going to have to walk?” Stinkface called over impatiently.
    â€œShe’s chewing gum,” he whispered, “so I guess Ishouldn’t let her walk. She’s not that talented,” he said with a wink, and was gone.
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    I was at a gala charity ball shimmering in a silver glitter dress, slow dancing with a tuxedoed Jerry Seinfeld when Eddie Murphy tapped his shoulder to cut in—
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    I heard a pounding at my door.
    Jazzy barged into my room and blinded me by turning on the lights.
    â€œJazzy! How’d you get in here?”
    â€œI had to hide inside a wooden horse!”
    â€œBut I was just about to dance with Eddie Murphy. Let me go back to sleep!”
    â€œYou can’t! You have school and I have to talk to you.”
    â€œAren’t I mad at you?” I asked, pulling the covers over my head.
    â€œI’m sorry about signing you up for stand-up at Talent Night,” she apologized, pulling the covers down.
    â€œYou mean Fright Night! It was totally scary—I was totally scary!”
    â€œYou weren’t scary—I was!” she said, plopping on the edge of my bed. “Leonardo came unglued and fell down on me. So there I was in front of the whole school with Leonardo DiCaprio lying on top of me!”
    â€œSounds like a dream come true!”
    â€œNot when your mom is in the third row. I could hear everyone snickering. I’ve never been so totally embarrassed in my life.”
    â€œAunt Sylvia thought it was funny.”
    â€œI’m the one who shouldn’t have come back to school, Trix. Ricky thought my monologue was rancid! He kept saying at the party, ‘Where’s Trixie? She was hysterical!’ He thought you planned your routine that way!”
    â€œNo way!”
    â€œI talked to my therapist all week. She was the only one who’d listen to me—and I have to pay her!” She pulled at her beaded necklace. “Anyway, I don’t care about that stupid night. I just want us to be best friends again.”
    â€œBut I care about that night. I’ll never forget it.”
    â€œI know. I’m so sorry! I thought I was doing you a favor—like Sid pushing you out from behind the couch. But I’ll never put you in harm’s way again.”
    â€œYou promise?”
    â€œI promise! I promise!”
    â€œWell…okay.”
    â€œSo we’re bush girls again?”
    â€œReally, Jazz…How can I go to school without you? Who will I eat lunch with? Who will I pass notes to?” I asked.
    â€œOh goody!” Jazzy screamed, squeezing me tightly. “I have a little present for you,” she then said, opening herpurse and handing me a bottle of nail polish.
    â€œTrue Blue!” I said, reading the color. “Cool, Jazzy!”
    â€œNow let’s get to school,” she said, fixing her hair in the mirror.
    I scrounged for some clean school clothes. “I have the most amazing news to tell you in the car!”
    â€œIs it blockbuster news?”
    â€œTotally blockbuster! With paparazzi and autographs. It takes place at a comedy club and it stars me and…Gavin Baldwin!”
    â€œGavin!”
    â€œHe spoke to me! Finally, after a lifetime!”
    â€œNo way! What did he say?”
    â€œLet me start from the beginning! He was wearing—”
    â€œWait, get dressed. Then you can tell me every juicy detail. I’ll drive extra slow!”
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    The bell rang at 10:55, signaling freedom from my prison cell known as Anatomy. I was late getting out of class, cleaning up the glitter that had sprinkled out from one of Jazzy’s notes. I was still reading it in the bustling hallway when someone grabbed me by the arm and the note fell to the floor.
    â€œHey, doofus! Look what you made me do!” I exclaimed. The note landed next to a combat boot, which was connected to blue jeans, and then anoversized rust sweater….
    â€œGavin!” I exclaimed,