Charlotte
From: Sophie
Subject: re: Nick and Marty
Bonjour , Charlotte,
Marty is très adorable! Thank you for to send this new photo of him. I am hoping you and the BSG can discover why he is so sad. And you, my friend! Do not be sad or worry. If Nick does not like you, then he is crazy! But you are très magnifique ! I am sure he will ask you to the dance. If he does not, you can find a more handsome boy. I will help you. What are you wearing? Purple is your best color, but something long and dark to contrast your hair? Do you have snow? If snow, light purple, I think!
Au revoir, mon amie,
Sophie
CHAPTER 7
MFT the Great!
M aeve opened the door to AAJH feeling so much better than she had the night before. I mean , she thought confidently, what’s a little face plant in the mud when a girl is wearing a super outfit? Maeve felt so fabuloso that she had to restrain herself from dancing down the hallway.
The night before she and her mother had picked out her new boot-cut jeans, a white-and-pink-striped V-neck sweater, and soft pink loafers to match (boots were sooo yesterday, anyway) for Maeve to wear to school.
Her mother, after spending a half hour wiping sticky mud off Maeve’s face with her special lavender-rose face lotion, explained that when you were having a terrible, awful day, looking good could make you feel so much better.
Maeve had gone to sleep glowing with the happy memory of her winning goal (minus the face plant, of course). Her sleepy vision included a cheer and a sweet kiss on the cheek from Dillon for an extra dollop of dreaminess.
Remembering how her mother had cheered her on—“Youare MKT! You kicked in the winning goal. So, dress for the success you are and no one will remember your little mud mishap”—Maeve felt ready to tackle whatever came her way. In fact, she was all set to continue her campaign to get Dillon to ask her to the Valentine’s Day Dance.
Suddenly, she heard one of her least-favorite voices at AAJH.
“Hey, it’s MFT!” Anna (QOM#1) pointed from her locker across the hall. Joline (QOM #2), stood giggling beside her, hiding her mouth with her hand.
Maeve flushed, but no way was Anna going to ruin her moment!
“Excuse me?” she retorted as she shifted one hip. “It’s MKT for those in the know, but I’ll let it pass this once, Anna. You’re probably just upset about your loss yesterday.”
“I don’t think so, MFT. Do you, Joline?” Anna snickered and arched her eyebrow at her witchy partner.
Maeve began to walk away. Katani always said if you were going to defend yourself, do it quickly and move away before Anna and Joline worked up a head of steam. But then Maeve heard Joline’s reply.
“Yeah, MFT! You know, Maeve—Mud Face Taylor. It kind of suits you,” Joline spat out. And then they both cackled, their laughter filling the hallway.
Maeve gasped and spun around, her face burning with humiliation. It was all she could do to keep from screaming, “I’ll get you, my pretties,” in her best imitation of the Wicked Witch of the West. She had been practicing that line on her little brother Sam for years, andhe always ran away whenever she whispered it behind him. She had to whisper it because her mother threatened her with a week’s worth of grounding for scaring Sam. But this was different—Anna and Joline deserved a good scare.
“No, a name like that doesn’t suit Maeve at all,” a stern Mrs. Fields reprimanded. All three girls spun around to face the principal of AAJH.
“And if I hear it from anyone ever again, I’ll know just whom to call to my office. AAJH does not allow name calling…ever.”
Maeve looked up at Mrs. Fields, her face flushed with gratitude.
Mrs. Fields seems to have this knack for ferreting out hall trouble before anything bad really happens , Maeve thought admiringly. And the principal was smart enough not to give special attention to the student who was being picked on. It was like she knew that any sympathy
From: Sophie
Subject: re: Nick and Marty
Bonjour , Charlotte,
Marty is très adorable! Thank you for to send this new photo of him. I am hoping you and the BSG can discover why he is so sad. And you, my friend! Do not be sad or worry. If Nick does not like you, then he is crazy! But you are très magnifique ! I am sure he will ask you to the dance. If he does not, you can find a more handsome boy. I will help you. What are you wearing? Purple is your best color, but something long and dark to contrast your hair? Do you have snow? If snow, light purple, I think!
Au revoir, mon amie,
Sophie
CHAPTER 7
MFT the Great!
M aeve opened the door to AAJH feeling so much better than she had the night before. I mean , she thought confidently, what’s a little face plant in the mud when a girl is wearing a super outfit? Maeve felt so fabuloso that she had to restrain herself from dancing down the hallway.
The night before she and her mother had picked out her new boot-cut jeans, a white-and-pink-striped V-neck sweater, and soft pink loafers to match (boots were sooo yesterday, anyway) for Maeve to wear to school.
Her mother, after spending a half hour wiping sticky mud off Maeve’s face with her special lavender-rose face lotion, explained that when you were having a terrible, awful day, looking good could make you feel so much better.
Maeve had gone to sleep glowing with the happy memory of her winning goal (minus the face plant, of course). Her sleepy vision included a cheer and a sweet kiss on the cheek from Dillon for an extra dollop of dreaminess.
Remembering how her mother had cheered her on—“Youare MKT! You kicked in the winning goal. So, dress for the success you are and no one will remember your little mud mishap”—Maeve felt ready to tackle whatever came her way. In fact, she was all set to continue her campaign to get Dillon to ask her to the Valentine’s Day Dance.
Suddenly, she heard one of her least-favorite voices at AAJH.
“Hey, it’s MFT!” Anna (QOM#1) pointed from her locker across the hall. Joline (QOM #2), stood giggling beside her, hiding her mouth with her hand.
Maeve flushed, but no way was Anna going to ruin her moment!
“Excuse me?” she retorted as she shifted one hip. “It’s MKT for those in the know, but I’ll let it pass this once, Anna. You’re probably just upset about your loss yesterday.”
“I don’t think so, MFT. Do you, Joline?” Anna snickered and arched her eyebrow at her witchy partner.
Maeve began to walk away. Katani always said if you were going to defend yourself, do it quickly and move away before Anna and Joline worked up a head of steam. But then Maeve heard Joline’s reply.
“Yeah, MFT! You know, Maeve—Mud Face Taylor. It kind of suits you,” Joline spat out. And then they both cackled, their laughter filling the hallway.
Maeve gasped and spun around, her face burning with humiliation. It was all she could do to keep from screaming, “I’ll get you, my pretties,” in her best imitation of the Wicked Witch of the West. She had been practicing that line on her little brother Sam for years, andhe always ran away whenever she whispered it behind him. She had to whisper it because her mother threatened her with a week’s worth of grounding for scaring Sam. But this was different—Anna and Joline deserved a good scare.
“No, a name like that doesn’t suit Maeve at all,” a stern Mrs. Fields reprimanded. All three girls spun around to face the principal of AAJH.
“And if I hear it from anyone ever again, I’ll know just whom to call to my office. AAJH does not allow name calling…ever.”
Maeve looked up at Mrs. Fields, her face flushed with gratitude.
Mrs. Fields seems to have this knack for ferreting out hall trouble before anything bad really happens , Maeve thought admiringly. And the principal was smart enough not to give special attention to the student who was being picked on. It was like she knew that any sympathy
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