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Can You Say Catastrophe?
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Author: Laurie Friedman
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Musketeers. Will we still be the Three Musketeers, or now will we be the Two Musketeers and a Hershey bar?
    I’m not sure. Right now, the only thing I’m sure about is that there are lots of things I’m not sure about.

As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal finds herself a little lost.
    â€”Carrie Bradshaw
    Thursday, May 9, 7:45 A.M.
Homeroom
    If I had naturally shiny, bouncy hair, this morning would have turned out differently. I set my alarm for 6:30 so I could get up and curl my hair. I needed a good hair day because I didn’t want to see Billy for the first time after he kissed me and have him think he can’t believe he kissed a girl with hair like mine.
    I’m also planning to tell Brynn what happened with Billy.
    I’m nervous to tell her because I’m not sure how she’s going to take it, but Brynn is the person I always talk to when something happens in my life that’s worth talking about. It might sound silly, but I want to be having a good hair day when I tell one of my best friends about kissing my other best friend.
    Anyway, when I went into the bathroom this morning, I couldn’t find my curling iron, so I went into May’s room. Even though she never uses the curling iron, she thinks hiding things I use is hilarious. “May, have you seen my curling iron?” I tried to ask in a sweet voice. Sometimes when I talk nicely, she’ll just give me back my stuff.
    But not today.
    â€œIt must be hiding,” May said, like the curling iron was able to hide on its own.
    â€œIt must be hiding,” said June, the backup choir.
    I knew what was next. May was going to make me play hot or cold if I wanted to find my curling iron. I really wanted it, so I played. I looked under her bed and behind her dresser and inside her pillowcase. She kept saying hot and cold but not in a way that made any sense.
    I kept looking at the clock. It was getting later and later, and my hair wasn’t getting any curlier and it didn’t seem like I was getting any hotter, so I did the only thing I could think of to speed up the process.
    I grabbed May’s hair and yelled, “GIVE ME MY CURLING IRON YOU LITTLE BRAT OR YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LIKE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!”
    Unfortunately for me, Mom walked by right then, and even though all I’d done was try to get back what belongs to me, I was the one who got in trouble.
    â€œApril Elizabeth Sinclair, what are you doing? That is unacceptable behavior.” Then Mom went on for a long time about how as the oldest sister, it’s my responsibility to treat my younger sisters in a manner that teaches them how to treat other people. Homeroom is way too short to write about all the blah, blah, blah. The only thing I have to say is that my hair looks like crap because Mom went on for so long, I didn’t get my curling iron back in time to use it.
    10:47 A.M., Study Hall
    OK. Not having curly hair is the least of my problems.
    My biggest problem is Billy, who I’ve walked past three times since I got to school, and all three times he’s ignored me. It’s the same thing that happened after the toe-touching, but this time, after the kissing, it’s worse. He’s not talking to me OR looking at me. I don’t get it.
    Maybe no curls is my problem. I bet if I had curls, he’d be talking to me. Now I really have to talk to Brynn. I just looked over at Brynn, three desks away, and mouthed, “I have something HUGE to tell you at lunch.” She nodded like she gets it.
    I don’t even care that it’s fish stick day in the cafeteria. I can’t wait for lunch to get here.
    12:55 P.M., Girls’ bathroom
    Lunch didn’t go as planned.
    I thought Brynn would get that it would be for her ears only when I told her I had something HUGE to tell her. But today Brynn’s mindreading skills were at an all-time low.
    â€œStart talking!” she said as she dragged
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