My mom tightened her lips and looked at Dad, who was busy picking at the organic vegetable and tofu puree on his plate. "Are you listening to this?"
Dad looked up quickly. "Of course."
"She wants to miss dinner on a regular basis," my mom told him, since we all knew that he'd probably tuned out the entire conversation once he'd realized my mom was handling it. As I said, he's a softie when it comes to parenting, but unfortunately, he always supports my mom in her "tough love" approach.
"You let Theo miss dinner for football," I pointed out.
"Only on game nights," my mom said. "The rest of the time we hold dinner for him after practice."
"Don't you want me to grow into a well-rounded individual?" Oh, that was a good one. My parents were very into each child maximizing his or her potential.
My mom narrowed her eyes. "What about the animals?"
Oh, right. The animals.
My contribution to the household was taking care of our four cows, two horses, one donkey, seventeen chickens, two pigs, and one very obnoxious goat. Plus the dogs and the cats. It took about two hours a day, and it was a major chore. Lucky me inherited the job when Theo became a three-sport star athlete. At eight years old, Marissa was too young to take over.
"I don't have time," Dad said. "I have to work at the store."
"As do I," Mom said.
Mom and Dad run an organic herb and food shop in the town center. It actually does quite well, but didn't do wonders for my reputation as a cool and happening diva.
"Why don't we hire someone?" Allie chimed in. "I mean, why don't you hire someone?"
Mom patted Allie's knee. "You're definitely part of the family, Allie. No need to correct yourself." Then she turned to me. "You can't miss dinner because of some musical that you don't even want us to see, and then expect us to hire a replacement for you. Your dad and I will be discussing this. We'll let you know our decision once we've made a decision."
No doubt off to consult some of those good parenting books to determine how to proceed. Not that it really mattered whether they decided to ground me or refused to hire a new person to clean the stable.
It wasn't as if I was going to get the part.
Chapter Three
"I got the part!" Oh, my gosh. No way. It was impossible. I read the list again, my heart crashing so loudly I barely heard Natalie's scream. I peered at the nicely printed list, a plain white paper on the drama bulletin board. I checked for my name yet again. Still there. Blue Waller. "I got the part." Time to throw up.
"You're Vladimir's mother," Natalie said. "Who got the part of Vladimir?"
We both leaned forward to stare at the sheet, and then my stomach literally dropped right out of my body. "Heath Cavendish?"
Natalie whistled. "That's the Heath I heard about? The one you met at tryouts?"
We'd been trying to spot Heath all week at school, but it was as if he didn't even go to school there. Except that Theo knew who he was, and he'd admitted that Heath was cool. Apparently, during the winter, Heath was one of the star basketball players, but during the fall he always did the musical.
A well-rounded individual, as my mom would say.
My mom.
Uh-oh.
"Is your mom going to let you accept the part?" Natalie asked.
I grimaced. "I don't think so. She's been wearing black all week."
Natalie lifted her brow. "All week?"
"Every single moment."
"That's not good." Natalie knows all about my mom and her black clothes. Black clothes mean bad news for the kids in the family. Which meant the odds of me being able to hang out with the boy of my dreams were not in my favor, not at all.
An older girl wearing a tight leather miniskirt and a pair of do-me boots pushed in beside us to look at the cast list. When she squealed something about getting the part of Vladimir's lover, I decided I hated her.
A lot. He was going to be kissing her regularly, while I was going to be home cleaning up goat poop. How is that fair?
We let ourselves be jostled away from the bulletin board as more students arrived to inspect the cast list. With all those wanna-bes, Mr. Howland would have no trouble replacing me if I couldn't accept the part.
And then I'd probably never see Heath again, since our schedules apparently didn't mesh at school.
"I have to find a way to be in this play." I was stating the obvious, but I didn't know what else to do. It wasn't like I had any grand ideas. Black was black, and I was in for it tonight.
But Natalie slung her arm over my shoulder. "We'll come up with something. I'll call Allie's cell phone and arrange a meeting after school. You have to be in the play. Nothing else is acceptable."
Unfortunately, my definition of acceptable wasn't necessarily the same as my mom's, and she was the ruler in my house.
This was not looking good.
Allie, Frances, and I were hanging out on the front steps of Mapleville High by the time Natalie finally got out of cross-country practice. She walked out with three guys, all of whom were very cute and even gave us friendly waves as they veered off toward the parking lot.
Cute and they drove? And Natalie knew them? She had been holding out on us!
"Why didn't you introduce us?" Allie demanded.
"To who?" Natalie flopped down next to Frances, who was reading her history text.
"Those boys," Allie accused. "Those three hot guys who were sweaty, athletic and drive."
Natalie glanced at the parking lot. "Them? They're not boys. They're...well...I guess they're boys. They're just on my cross-country team. They don't see me as a girl, so why should I bother to see them as boys?"
Allie groaned. "You have no idea how lucky you are! You run with those cute guys every day, and you don't even notice them. I'm stuck at an all-girls school all day long with no access to boys at all. Except my Latin teacher, who actually is quite hot."
Whoa. Hadn't heard about the Latin teacher. "What Latin teacher?"
"Pete."
Frances looked up from her book. "Pete? You call Mr. Novak by his first name?"
"Who's Pete?" I glanced at Natalie, but she shrugged her shoulders. At least I wasn't the only one who'd never heard of the sexy Latin teacher.
Frances narrowed her eyes at Allie. "Mr. Novak is our new Latin teacher. He's just out of college. Very young and not all that talented at teaching."
"But he's hot." Allie fluffed her hair. "I've been struggling at Latin lately, so starting next week he's going to tutor me one-on-one twice a week."
"I thought you got an A last year in Latin," I said.
"I did. But this year is so much harder."
I glanced at Natalie and Frances, and they both looked a little concerned. Like I felt. "Allie. You can't date a teacher."
"I'm not. I'm getting tutoring from him. So what if he's fun to look at? No crime in that, is there?"
Allie would never lie to us. None of us would lie to each other. When you've been friends with people for twelve years, there's a certain protocol about friendship, one of which is never lying to each other. At least not about the big things, or anything that matters.
It's okay to tell your friend that she looks good just before she meets a boy, even if she doesn't. Even if she looked like she'd just lost a muddy-river wrestling match with a rabid alligator, you'd still give her two thumbs up. Why? Because it's not about how you actually look that matters. It's about how you think you look. If you think you're a goddess, then people will usually buy into it. See, people, want to be right, and if they think that everyone else, including you, are convinced you're an absolute babe, then they're going to go along with it, because who wants to be wrong? Seriously. It works. Try it.
Just look at Louisa. Yeah, she's gorgeous, but she could look good even if she broke out in a massive attack of zits and puffed out like an overstuffed marshmallow zombie. No matter what she looks like, the guys love her.
The rest of us aren't so lucky. Well, me, at least.
I guess I'll have to figure out how to master the Attitude, because my looks certainly aren't going to send any boys out onto the Ledge.
But first I had a much bigger problem on my hands. "So, anyone have any good ideas for dealing with my mom?"
"I think we were on the right track at dinner the other night when you started working the 'well-rounded individual' angle," Allie said. "Don't your parents worry because you have no interests?"
I grinned. "They're more concerned because I actually eat meat and things that might have been treated with chemicals. I think when I'm sleeping they sneak into my bedroom to make sure I don't have another arm growing out of my back."
"Hmm…so, can you work the musical into a nature-organic deal?" Frances closed her book and set it on the step, her indication that she was giving my problem her full attention. "I don't suppose it has an environmental message or anything?"
"I don't know. I haven't read the script. But I doubt it. Not if Vladimir has a lover."
A lover. Heath probably had love scenes with that girl. And I was going to play his mother. The odds were definitely stacked against me, even if I managed to get my parents to let me be in the show.
"Too bad you couldn't have gotten the lover part," Allie said.
"Then I would have had to sing," I pointed out.
"Oh. Guess that wouldn't work then."
All my friends have heard me sing. Let's just say it's not a pretty sight. Or sound. It's just ugly all around. I'll never sing in front of anyone other than Allie, Natalie, and Frances. Ever.
"We're not making progress here," Frances said. "We have to stay focused."
Frances was the orderly one among us. She always had a goal or a plan and she was always focused on it. Her homework was always done Friday night, in case she had an emergency later in the weekend and couldn't finish it. Not that Frances would ever allow herself to have an emergency, of course.
"You brought up the Theo situation, right?" Natalie asked. "Pointed out that they make adjustments for him?"
"Yep."
"I've got it!" Frances jumped to her feet. "Work the female angle."
"I don't think it's going to work for Blue to flaunt her wares at her parents," Allie said. "That usually only works on males you aren't related to."
Frances wrinkled her nose at Allie. "I meant the equal-rights thing." She looked at me. "Your parents are all about equal rights for everyone and everything that has ever suffered at the hands of the more fortunate or more powerful, right?"
"That's why we have seventeen previously homeless animals at our house. They suffer; we save them."
"Exactly." Frances was beaming now. "By your parents enabling Theo to pursue other interests but not supporting you, they are contributing to society's inherent bias against women being equal to men. Their actions can be extrapolated to the workplace, to positions of power, and even to emotional strength and independence." She folded her arms across her chest and grinned smugly. "If your parents want you to live in a world where women can do anything they want, they have to give you those same opportunities and teach you that women are equal with men."
"Wow." I couldn't believe it. It was perfect.
Natalie and Allie were staring at Frances with stunned expressions.
"That's brilliant," Allie said.
"Phenomenal," Natalie added.
"I am so glad you spend all that time studying," I said.
"It's the girls-school influence," Frances said. "We hear about that sort of thing all the time."
"In fact, our assembly last week was about sexploitation," Allie added. "But I never thought to apply it in real life. Maybe I should start listening when people ramble on about that stuff."
"Sexploitation?" Now, that sounded much more interesting than our assembly on student government day. "What's that?"
Allie shrugged. "Frances can probably explain it better. I wasn't paying that much attention. Pete, my Latin teacher, was only two rows down from me, so I was watching him."
"Sexploitation is basically turning women into sex symbols," Frances said. "Selling things through sex. Like most beer commercials."
"Personally, I think there's nothing wrong with using sexuality to get what you want," Allie said. "As females, it's one of our most powerful weapons. A warrior would be foolish not to use one of her weapons because of some moral code."
"You mean like in the movies, when the hero has a gun, then in some inane, macho move, he throws it aside for a fistfight with the bad guy?" Natalie asked.
"Exactly," Allie said. "It's not a strategic thing to do."
Natalie nodded. "I always thought that was dumb. Just shoot the bad guy and grab the girl and go live happily ever after."
"I totally agree," Allie said. "Use your weapons."
My mom would be horrified by this discussion. Not because of the sex talk, but because of the talk about warriors and shooting people. As I said before, my parents don't believe in war. Or violence of any kind. Frighteningly enough, there is actually a sign above our fireplace that says, "Make love, not war."
Would you expect anything else from parents who would name their daughter Blueberry? In case you haven't noticed, I have a thing about my name.
If I walked into my house and announced that there was too much violence at school and I wanted to start making love to every violent student, would my parents take down that sign? Might be interesting to try sometime, like when they're really driving me crazy.
But first I had another mission. "You guys want to come to dinner with me tonight? My parents would be even more vulnerable with all of you there—four impressionable girls who need to learn that the world is a place where we can be equals."
"I'm in," Natalie said.
"As always," Allie said.
"I have to study." Frances picked up her overstuffed backpack.
I wanted Frances there. Yes, studying was important, but I'd been harboring a growing suspicion that she might have a hidden weakness. I decided to try it out. "Then we could get my parents to drive us to Theo's football game."
Frances pursed her lips. "I guess I could work tomorrow morning instead."
Ah, yes. I was beginning to think that our very serious friend Frances, who had no interest in dating, might be nursing the slightest crush on my brother. A serious situation I was going to have to look into. Theo wasn't particularly nice to girls. I didn't think it would be a good match.
But then again, this would be Frances's first interest in a boy. Did we really want to discourage it? I was going to have to consult Allie and Natalie on this one.
After we dealt with my parents, of course. I couldn't lie to myself; it wasn't going to be easy.
Chapter Four
Mom was thrilled about the extra guests. Having others join us for a family dinner enabled her to spread her positive, loving influence even more broadly in the world. If we had enough regulars at family dinners, my mom probably thought she could cut down on the murder rate in the United States, and possibly the world.
Well, not quite. But sometimes I think she really believed it.
And she was really happy to have my friends there so she could save them from evil. Especially since I think she considers Allie, Natalie, and Frances her daughters who just happen to be living with other families at the moment. It's always good to have the opportunity for positive parenting of her extended family.
We were halfway through the dinner (the one that supposed to be tofu and veggie whole-wheat lasagna, but had turned out to be more like sandpaper and grit mash), when I dove in. "I got the part in the musical."
Marissa, my faithful follower, squealed and clapped her hands. "Can I bring you flowers at your performance?"
Gotta love Marissa. My parents would hate to disappoint her. She's even more impressionable than I am.
Dad grinned. "Way to go. I knew you would. It's those Waller genes. They predispose you to success."
I had Waller genes, and I had never considered them my key ingredient
to the life I wanted. I just found them embarrassing. But now was not the time to express my displeasure with that ugly fate.
Mom was still wearing black, but she did smile and congratulate me. Then she looked like she was going to launch into a discussion of the "repercussions" of my being late for dinner earlier in the week.
I wasn't going to give her a chance. "At school, Frances and Allie had an assembly on sexploitation."
Mom lifted her brows. "And what is sexploitation?"
Some parents would send a younger sibling out of the room if sex came up at the dinner table, but not my parents. They figured they could influence her better if they were present whenever these types of topics came up. Better for Marissa to hear about sex around their dinner table than under the football bleachers with a boy.
Given that I was fourteen and still hadn't experienced a real kiss with a boy, there may have been some indication that their approach was successful. I was definitely going to have to do something about that. But first things first. I couldn't put Heath on the Ledge if I never got to see him.
Not that I was going to put him on the Ledge. I was going to keep him right next to me on the couch. No way was I mean enough to put a boy I liked on the Ledge. Now, if it was a boy I didn't like or who was mean to my friends? That was another situation entirely.
"Sexploitation is turning women into sex objects to sell things or advance agendas. It's about making the only value of women sexual," Frances said.
Mom did a double take.
I wasn't sure I'd ever seen anyone actually do a double take before. But she definitely looked at me, then did some sort of jerky thing with her head, then looked at me again. We must have hit a nerve.
This was good. Very good.
"You know that sex is only about love and respect," my mom said. "Marissa, you know that, don't you?"
Marissa just shrugged and drank her milk.
"Anyway..." Okay, here I went for the kill. "The sexploitation issue made me think about how you tell me all the time that as a girl, I'm equal to boys, and that I should never let anyone walk all over me just because I'm a girl."
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