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That’s it! I quickly type LostPhoebe for my alias. Finally, I am in the actual e-mail program and click on compose. To: granolagrrl@pacificpark.us, princesscesca@pacificpark.us From: lostphoebe@theacademy.gr Subject: On the Island of Dr. Demento Hi Girls, Mom and I got here. Finally.You would not believe what we had to go through just to get to this stupid island. Planes, trains, hydrofoil ferries.You name it, we were on it. And the stepdad was there to meet us at the airport. I seriously considered losing myself in Athens. Really, what could they do if I just disappeared? Then as soon as we got to the island the evil stepsister showed up. Boy is she a trip. She could give Mitzi Busch a run for her attitude. How am I going to make it through an entire year without you guys? I start school first thing tomorrow, without even a getused-to-the-time-change day off. Apparently this school is uber-exclusive. I bet it’s full of snobs and rich brats who think their parents’ money gives them the right to act all superior. Don’t you wish you were me? E-mail me soon! Love, Phoebe 46
I click send and log off. Bed is calling me. After all, it is ten hours later in Serfopoula and that means I haven’t slept in, like, thirty-six hours. And I have to go to the Academy with Damian at seven-thirty to fill out paperwork and finalize my class schedule. The only good thing about this whole catastrophe so far is Damian says the track coach is world class and so is the team. And tryouts are tomorrow after school. At least I’ll get a good year of training in to prep me for the USC team. Barely dragging up the energy to change out of my traveling clothes, I pull on a clean T-shirt and a pair of smiley face boxers and collapse onto my bed. At least the bed is comfy—all white and just soft enough. Still, I think I’m going to dream about green sea slugs and shimmering stepsisters tonight. When my alarm clock goes off at six I’m tempted to fling it against the wall. I’m suffering serious jet lag in the form of whole-body muscle weakness and a headache that makes brain freeze feel like a pinprick. Tugging the white fluffy comforter up over my head to muffle the deafening alarm, I consider my two options. Either I stay in bed, shut out the outside world, and hope that by the time seven-thirty rolls around—when I have to meet Damian— all my pain has faded away. Or . . . I can toss off the covers, pull on my sneakers, and go for a good long run that might not erase the jet lag, but will at least replace this sluggish feeling with familiar physical exhaustion. 47
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Tera Lynn Childs DUT TON CHILDREN
Page 6 and 7: DUTTON CHILDREN’S BOOKS A divisio
Page 11 and 12: CH A P TE R WHEN I’M RUNNING I ca
Page 13 and 14: “Congratulations, Phoebe,” he s
Page 15 and 16: excitement. “The wedding will be
Page 17 and 18: Mom gives me an of-course-not look.
Page 19 and 20: “I don’t know,” Nola says.
Page 21 and 22: just right—and it’s not like I
Page 23 and 24: line at LAX security was so long I
Page 25 and 26: many miles away, the lacy iron stru
Page 27 and 28: Then, with no consideration for my
Page 29 and 30: lissville and not even caring what
Page 31 and 32: think about it, I’m off the train
Page 33 and 34: in exhaustion and watching the wave
Page 35 and 36: guy who keeps his speech squeaky cl
Page 37 and 38: And while I might doubt her judgmen
Page 39 and 40: tie—my first clue that he’s a l
Page 41 and 42: around. “We descendants are more
Page 43 and 44: defines their world in terms of ‘
Page 45 and 46: I grab my backpack off the ground a
Page 47 and 48: Stella laughs at me and pops one in
Page 49 and 50: I don’t plan on eating anything t
Page 51 and 52: major changes in our lives. I didn
Page 53: Is that all? “Fine,” I say, sou
Page 57 and 58: water on my face in the bathroom, l
Page 59 and 60: high cheekbones. His lips are full
Page 61 and 62: that time have been technological m
Page 63 and 64: Reaching up, I finger the glass in
Page 65 and 66: Clearly, Stella is not high on her
Page 67 and 68: one year than I’ve read in my ent
Page 69 and 70: is a lot more appealing as a mentor
Page 71 and 72: Some of the girls are in sundresses
Page 73 and 74: sandra and the Hades harem and foll
Page 75 and 76: smile is more parental, small but s
Page 77 and 78: Don’t they have better things to
Page 79 and 80: Nicole points at Troy. “Travatas
Page 81 and 82: His coal black hair curls over the
Page 83 and 84: He looks right at me. There are at
Page 85 and 86: I cheer, too. After all the embarra
Page 87 and 88: “Yeah,” he says, blushing a lit
Page 89 and 90: would know it. I’m only amusing m
Page 91 and 92: The sounds of footsteps and heavy b
Page 93 and 94: I wave my hand back over my shoulde
Page 95 and 96: ice on Coach Lenny’s head. A grou
Page 97 and 98: “Everyone, may I have your attent
Page 99 and 100: “Damian told me the cross-country
Page 101 and 102: “Of course,” she says with that
Page 103 and 104: eight homework problems are going t
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He points to the chair in front of
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“Son of a—” “Something wron
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TrojanTiger: just wanted to check i
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To my total shock, Damian laughs ou
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Coach Lenny starts scribbling on th
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I gasp. At first I think she must n
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perate. She pauses in the doorway,
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“You will if you want to get back
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“Mmnff,” I grumble and settle b
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“You can’t run and do schoolwor
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What can I say about Griffin Blake?
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I sign off, sad to be so far away f
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can do. But—and this is a big but
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“That’s ridiculous,” Troy say
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gesturing at the airplane and indic
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much as I do—has to have a pure h
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Bat, bat, bat. Biting my lip, I try
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going to eat some of the questionab
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for the blob she flung at the ceili
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I’ve ever heard. I turn away from
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“Thank—” “Well, well, well,
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Everyone turns to stare at her as s
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you’ll find a way.” I lay a rea
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proving. He points at me. The sand
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Who wouldn’t stare at a girl on h
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paper bag in his left hand. My hear
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comfy gray sweats. I feel practical
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accept responsibility for his actio
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“Right,” he says, his eyes snap
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“No, really, that’s not nec—
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He nods once. “How many of you ar
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I was taunting him in the qualifyin
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Oh. My. God. I totally forgot the s
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LostPhoebe: just some junk about sc
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NaughtyNic: did she freak out? Lost
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LostPhoebe: um, not anymore Princes
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While everyone moves to a machine,
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friendly advice when suddenly her a
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fifty years in a day.” Then, purs
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though I didn’t mean to do it, it
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he said, We can easily forgive a ch
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Somehow that’s more appropriate f
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teau and any day now I’m going to
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From the corner of my eye I see the
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Griffin adds, “I’ll make sure s
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“Fine.” I turn off the track, h
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“Oh really?” I ask, trying for
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He makes no indication he even hear
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announcement wouldn’t be made unt
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stay focused on my goal. I can’t
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“Don’t be ridiculous, Mom,” I
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ecause she doesn’t have a blog. B
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When she and Damian make no move to
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“You’re right,” I say. “The
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“Is everything all right?” she
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“Tell them what?” he asks. cian
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I manage to steer clear of Stella u
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take a calming breath. I’ve decid
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coveted trophy at their school for
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“Hey, how is my being part of tha
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fall for his lies. He could be maki
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“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. But
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“We’ve got another mile left on
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“What are you doing with him?”
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what happened to his parents. Wrapp
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He’s such a good friend I know he
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I’m on my way through the door wh
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a quick glance around to see if any
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I wish I could know what Jackie is
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The finish line is closing in, so I
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know Nola and Cesca from anyone, bu
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Damian, following us across the law
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When I glance back he’s still the
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stand what he’s saying. It’s li
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“What rules?” I stare at him, f
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side of the desk and leaning her hi
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“This is the other reason, beside
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“Really,” I say. “Everyone at
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ger. You scare me.” When I act ap
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going to USC next year. Parsons acc
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“I figured I’d find you here.
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“I didn’t mean to try to cheat,
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ity, leaning into his shoulder, “
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deserve a little good-natured retri
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THANK YOU . . . . . . Sarah Shumway
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