pulled up in front of the school. And soon all five friends were clustered together in front of their lockers. Chelsea and Emily were telling the others about the spectacular time they had riding the slopes, and how they even met some cute boys who thought they were in high school, and how they’d both gotten really good at snowboarding.
“We had a nice time at Miss McPhearson’s on Saturday,” said Amy, as if that could compete with Chelsea and Emily’s weekend. Then the warning bell was ringing, and they all headed off to their first class.
“I can’t wait until the ski trip,” Emily told Morgan on their way to English. “It’s going to be totally awesome.”
“I started sewing socks,” said Morgan. “It’s not very hard, once you figure it out, and I think it’ll be a good way to make money for the ski trip.”
“I have a plan for making money too,” said Emily.
“What’s that?”
“Babysitting.”
“Babysitting?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Landers has some friends who wanted someone to watch their kids while they go to a Christmas party next Saturday night. I guess it’s supposed to last until really late. Mrs. Landers said I could make a lot of money in just one night. She said it might be close to a hundred dollars if the parents tip me. And the kids will mostly be sleeping.”
“I didn’t know you liked to babysit.”
“I used to babysit sometimes … before we moved here.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, it’s all set,” said Emily as they went into English.
“Cool,” said Morgan. Although she really thought it stunk. She had hoped that she and Emily could do the sock project together. She had imagined them taking turns cutting and sewing, then selling them together at the bazaar. Now it looked like Emily had a completely different plan. A plan that didn’t include Morgan. Still, Morgan knew that she should be happy for her friend. This meant that Emily would for sure be able to do the ski trip. Unless the babysitting thing didn’t work out. Making a hundred dollars in one night did sound pretty farfetched. Besides, that was only half of what Emily needed.
Morgan glanced over at Emily, as they sat across from each other in English. It seemed like something hadchanged about her. Oh, she had the same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same petite frame, but something was different. Then it hit Morgan. Of course, she was wearing Chelsea’s clothes. Not only that, but she seemed to be sitting up straighter. Like she had some new sense of confidence. Was it because she was dressed like Chelsea? Or was it something more? Just then, Morgan noticed Mrs. Robertson giving her a warning look, and Morgan knew it was time to pay attention.
Morgan tried to put worrisome thoughts about Emily out of her mind during her morning classes. So what if Emily and Chelsea were friends. Morgan was their friend too. Besides, Morgan still had Amy and Carlie. And they had their clubhouse. Maybe Morgan should plan a meeting for this afternoon.
“We need to try on our elf costumes today,” said Chelsea as the five girls sat together for lunch. “That way if we need to alter any of them, there will be time to get it done before Saturday.”
“Want to do it at the clubhouse?” suggested Morgan. “I thought maybe we should have a meeting today anyway.”
“No,” said Chelsea. “I think you should come out to my house this afternoon. There’s more room to try stuff on there. Besides, I think my mom wants to see us dressed up. In fact, I’ll call her and tell her to order some pizza. And she can give us a ride after school. How’s that sound?”
Everyone, except Morgan, thought that was a great plan. And Morgan didn’t let on that she wasn’t overly thrilled. She wished they could meet at the clubhouse — that things could be the way they had been. But already, Chelsea was letting everyone use her phone to call their parents and make sure it was okay to go home with Chelsea after school.
“Your turn,” said
“We had a nice time at Miss McPhearson’s on Saturday,” said Amy, as if that could compete with Chelsea and Emily’s weekend. Then the warning bell was ringing, and they all headed off to their first class.
“I can’t wait until the ski trip,” Emily told Morgan on their way to English. “It’s going to be totally awesome.”
“I started sewing socks,” said Morgan. “It’s not very hard, once you figure it out, and I think it’ll be a good way to make money for the ski trip.”
“I have a plan for making money too,” said Emily.
“What’s that?”
“Babysitting.”
“Babysitting?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Landers has some friends who wanted someone to watch their kids while they go to a Christmas party next Saturday night. I guess it’s supposed to last until really late. Mrs. Landers said I could make a lot of money in just one night. She said it might be close to a hundred dollars if the parents tip me. And the kids will mostly be sleeping.”
“I didn’t know you liked to babysit.”
“I used to babysit sometimes … before we moved here.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, it’s all set,” said Emily as they went into English.
“Cool,” said Morgan. Although she really thought it stunk. She had hoped that she and Emily could do the sock project together. She had imagined them taking turns cutting and sewing, then selling them together at the bazaar. Now it looked like Emily had a completely different plan. A plan that didn’t include Morgan. Still, Morgan knew that she should be happy for her friend. This meant that Emily would for sure be able to do the ski trip. Unless the babysitting thing didn’t work out. Making a hundred dollars in one night did sound pretty farfetched. Besides, that was only half of what Emily needed.
Morgan glanced over at Emily, as they sat across from each other in English. It seemed like something hadchanged about her. Oh, she had the same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same petite frame, but something was different. Then it hit Morgan. Of course, she was wearing Chelsea’s clothes. Not only that, but she seemed to be sitting up straighter. Like she had some new sense of confidence. Was it because she was dressed like Chelsea? Or was it something more? Just then, Morgan noticed Mrs. Robertson giving her a warning look, and Morgan knew it was time to pay attention.
Morgan tried to put worrisome thoughts about Emily out of her mind during her morning classes. So what if Emily and Chelsea were friends. Morgan was their friend too. Besides, Morgan still had Amy and Carlie. And they had their clubhouse. Maybe Morgan should plan a meeting for this afternoon.
“We need to try on our elf costumes today,” said Chelsea as the five girls sat together for lunch. “That way if we need to alter any of them, there will be time to get it done before Saturday.”
“Want to do it at the clubhouse?” suggested Morgan. “I thought maybe we should have a meeting today anyway.”
“No,” said Chelsea. “I think you should come out to my house this afternoon. There’s more room to try stuff on there. Besides, I think my mom wants to see us dressed up. In fact, I’ll call her and tell her to order some pizza. And she can give us a ride after school. How’s that sound?”
Everyone, except Morgan, thought that was a great plan. And Morgan didn’t let on that she wasn’t overly thrilled. She wished they could meet at the clubhouse — that things could be the way they had been. But already, Chelsea was letting everyone use her phone to call their parents and make sure it was okay to go home with Chelsea after school.
“Your turn,” said
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