after Marilyn broke up with me, and one of the guys knew this girl who had a sister who had a friend . . . That kind of thing. It was Crystal.â
Lester and I sat down across the table from each other, putting some food aside for Dad because he was working late.
âWhatâs going to happen with you and Crystal and Marilyn?â I asked him.
I thought he might tell me it was none of my business, but he didnât.
âItâs up to Marilyn now,â he said. âI told her if sheâs ready to get engaged, Iâll give her a ring and give up Crystal. If sheâs not . . . well, I donât want to be jilted again.â
I picked up all the little pieces of cheese on my plate, mashed them with my finger, and put them in my mouth all at once. âWhat did she say, Les?â
âSheâs thinking about it. The ballâs in her court.â
âI like them both,â I said. âA lot .â
âYeah, thatâs the trouble. So do I.â
The next day at school, something absolutely wonderful happened. The cafeteria was serving hamburgers on poppy-seed rolls, the only food they make thatâs any good, and Pamela and Elizabeth and I had just eaten ours and were heading outside, sharing a bag of Fritos, when we saw two ninth-grade boys standing in the doorway. I noticed that one of them was holding a notebook and pen, and the other had a camera. Just as we reached the door, the one with the pen said, âHi. You a seventh grader?â
I waited for Pamela or Elizabeth to answer, then realized he was looking right at me. I nodded.
âWell, Iâm a roving reporter for the Eagle and this is our photographer. I wondered if we could interview you for the school paper.â
I stared. âMe?â
âIf you donât mind,â he said. âWe choose a different person every issueâhelp students get acquainted.â
Not Pamela with her long blond hair? Not Elizabeth with her creamy complexion and thick black eyelashes? Me, Alice McKinley, with this sort of blondish-reddish hair and freckles?
âUh . . . I guess so,â I said. We went out in the hall, where Pamela and Elizabeth sat down on a bench to wait.
I sat down on another bench facing the reporter while the photographer tinkered with his camera.
âOkay now,â the reporter said. âYouâre . . .â
âAlice McKinley,â I said, and spelled it for him.
âWhat are your favorite subjects?â
âUh . . . Language Arts and Life Science. I guess.â
âWorst subject?â
âWorld Studies.â Oh, boy, wouldnât I be popular with Hensley when he read that.
âJoined any clubs yet?â
âNot yet.â
âWhat do you think of junior high so far?â
The interview lasted about five minutes. Every time I gave an answer, I realized how stupid it would look in the paper and wished Iâd said something else. The boy with the camera took three different pictures of me and saidheâd print the best one. Then the interview was over and they left. Pamela and Elizabeth rushed over.
âAlice!â Pamela squealed. âYouâre going to be in the newspaper!â
âWhat did they ask?â Elizabeth cried.
âWhat did you say?â both of them asked together.
I could feel my face blushing, and told them everything I could remember.
âWhy do you suppose they chose you?â asked Pamela finally.
I guess that wasnât exactly a compliment. I would have liked to think it was my beautiful smile or my glowing hair or my gorgeous figure or something. But I was so excited and surprised, I didnât worry too much about it. I was going to be in the paper !
There was a pep rally that afternoon. Everybody had to go, but I didnât mind. I practically floated to the top row of the bleachers, anyway, I felt so high. The band was playing the school song, and I could see Patrick playing the cymbals.
What a pep
Dr. Bon Blossman
Donna Lynn Hope
Jonathan Littell, Charlotte Mandell
Stella White
H. A. Guerber
William Goldman
Alicia Cameron
Griff Hosker
Eileen Cruz Coleman
Sarah M. Anderson