Prom Queen, The (Life at Kingston High Book #3) Read Online Free

for their reaction.
    “Yeah, right.” Janelle rolled her eyes. “Now tell us the truth. You’re trolling for a boyfriend, aren’t you? I heard that you’ve been flirting with Dayton Moore.”
    Megan firmly shook her head. “That’s totally bogus. But I really am going to run for prom queen.”
    “Have you lost your ever-loving mind?” Lishia Vance demanded.
    This actually hurt since Lishia was supposed to be Megan’s best friend. Lishia used to be best friends with Janelle Parker. But that was before Chelsea Martin moved to town and shook things up. Oh, Chelsea was nice enough, but she was way too pretty—in that long-legged blonde sort of way that turned guys’ heads. Megan just hoped Chelsea had no intention of running against her for prom queen, because Chelsea would probably have a very good chance of winning.
    “I knew you guys would react like this,” Megan calmly told them.
    “Because it’s insane.” Lishia shoved a straw into her soda.
    “Why are you doing this?” Janelle demanded. “Have you turned into a masochist? Or maybe you think you’ll become a martyr.”
    “Or just a total fool.” Lishia’s brow creased, making her pixie-like features resemble a grumpy Smurf.
    “Hey, you guys.” Chelsea shook a finger at Janelle and Lishia. “Give Megan a chance to explain what she’s thinking.”
    “Thinking?” Janelle laughed. “The girl has obviously lost it.”
    “There is obviously no thinking involved,” Lishia added.
    Megan restrained herself from reacting.
    “Be quiet, you guys.” Chelsea’s voice grew firmer. “I want to hear what Megan has to say about this.” She turned to Megan. “Go ahead now.”
    “Okay . . .” Megan took a deep breath, trying to remember what Pastor Robbie had said yesterday. “I’m trying to utilize the power of positive thinking. I think God has shown me that I’ve been too negative about myself.”
    “Well, that’s true,” Lishia admitted. “You usually are knocking yourself down.”
    Megan nodded. “That’s right. And I’m going to put an end to it.”
    “But running for prom queen?” Janelle still looked skeptical. “What if you lose?”
    “That’s just it,” Megan explained. “I can’t think like that. I need to believe in myself, and I need to put everything I’ve got into this campaign.”
    “And if you lose?” Lishia pestered.
    Megan held up her hand like a stop sign. “I don’t want to hear that kind of negativity, okay? I’m sorry you don’t get this, Lish. I just think it’s something I really need to do. It would be nice to have your support, but if you want to—”
    “I think it’s great you are doing this,” Chelsea interrupted. “I would absolutely vote for you, Megan.”
    “Really?” Megan blinked.
    Chelsea nodded enthusiastically. “I’m always saying that just because we’re Christians doesn’t mean we should excludeourselves from everything around us. Aren’t we supposed to be an influence? How about what Jesus said about not hiding your light under a bushel basket? I think it’s great you want to run for prom queen. I’d love to see a Christian in a position like that.”
    “Then why don’t you run?” Janelle pointed at Chelsea. “You’d have a way better chance of making prom queen than—”
    “That’s not fair,” Lishia shot back at Janelle. “Megan’s the one who came up with this idea, so why are you trying to horn in on her—”
    “It’s a free election,” Janelle argued back, and just like that, Lishia and Janelle, two girls who used to be best friends, were fighting over who should be running for prom queen and why or why not. Megan sat down and stuck a fork into her salad. This was another part of her plan—to eat more healthfully and hopefully take off a few pounds before the big event.
    “Hang on, you two.” Chelsea hit her fist on the table. “First of all, I do not want to run for prom queen, thank you very much, Janelle. I appreciate your support, but I’m