Taffy Sinclair 008 - Taffy Sinclair and the Melanie Make-Over

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by Betsy Haynes


  She stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving us all staring after her open-mouthed. "Maybe we ought to go after her," I said.

  "Yeah," said Christie, "and try to talk some sense into her."

  "Don't be silly," said Beth. "Did you see how fast she ran out of here? I think she was just looking for an excuse to get away from us and spend more time with Taffy Sinclair. If you ask me, they deserve each other."

  We all looked blankly at each other, not knowing what to do.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Even though it was supposed to be spring, it was cloudy and snowing lightly when Melanie and Taffy came to school together the next morning, and my friends and I could tell by the way they were prancing around and giggling that they were up to something.

  "Would you look at that," said Katie, frowning in their direction. She stamped her feet to warm them.

  Beth smirked. "I hate to say I told you so, but I was right yesterday in the cafeteria when I said that Melanie was just looking for an excuse to be with Taffy again."

  I was checking them out carefully, trying to figure out what was going on. "Something's fishy," I said. "Look. They both have on raincoats instead of the down jackets they usually wear to school, and Taffy has on heels even though the weatherman on the radio this morning said we could get two or three inches of snow."

  "You're right," said Beth. "Melanie is wearing her best shoes, too, and they both have on skirts. I suppose they have spring fever, but it's dumb in this weather, if you ask me."

  Shivering, we all agreed. I plunged my hands into my jacket pockets to warm them. Even though I was wearing mittens, my fingers were getting numb. How could anyone be dumb enough to wear a skirt and a raincoat on a day such as this?

  Just then the first bell rang, and the bigger kids started piling through the double front doors to go to their lockers. Most of the little kids were hanging back, faces upturned, laughing and catching snowflakes on their tongues. Taffy and Melanie were ignoring the snow. They were heading toward the door, still together and still giggling, and they had completely ignored us ever since they got to the school ground. That made me even more suspicious.

  "Let's follow them and see what's going on," I said.

  We lost them in the crowded hallway, and by the time we got to the section where the sixth graders' lockers stood, they had probably already been there and left.

  "Do you think they've gone on to class?" asked Christie.

  "Probably," said Beth. "Let's go!"

  She reminded me of a general leading a battle charge, and I hurriedly hung up my coat and grabbed my books and raced after her. Katie and Christie did, too, but when we got to Wiggins's classroom and looked inside, they weren't there either.

  There was nothing to do but go in and sit down. Almost everyone had come in by then, and Wiggins was sitting at her desk looking at her grade book. Just then Randy strolled in. I forgot all about Melanie and Taffy as I watched him head for his seat. His dark hair was windblown, probably from running on the playground, and his face was pink from the cold. I couldn't help thinking how handsome he looked, and then, just when I was staring at him as hard as I could, his eyes met mine and he gave me his 1,000-watt smile. Who cares about Taffy Sinclair and Melanie Edwards, anyway? I thought as I waved at him.

  "Jana. Look!"

  The hoarse whisper had come from Beth. I tore my gaze away from Randy and looked toward the door. My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe my eyes.

  Taffy and Melanie were standing in the doorway so that it surrounded them like a picture frame. Anyone could see that they thought so, too, because they were posing with icky sweet smiles on their faces. Taffy was wearing a gorgeous electric blue dress. Melanie was in a short dress with a black top and a full pink skirt, which made her took terrific. Not only that, I could almost swear that they had on makeup! I thought I'd die.

  When the last bell rang, the room got quiet as kids looked up and saw them standing there. Even Wiggins had a surprised expression on her face. It was obvious that Taffy and Melanie were waiting for the right moment to make their grand entrance. I still didn't completely understand what they were doing until I watched in horror as they both held their heads high, lowered their shoulders, pulled in their tummies, relaxed their arms by their sides, took deep breaths, and walked into the room looking perfect. When they got to their desks, instead of sitting down, they glanced around. Melanie looked straight at Scott Daly, the boy of her dreams, and smiled. I shot a look at Taffy. She was doing the same thing, only the boy she was smiling at was my boyfriend, Randy Kirwan. My heart dropped like a rock—because Randy was smiling back!

  Suddenly I understood it all. I knew why they had worn their raincoats on such a cold day. The raincoats were longer than their jackets, so that no one could see how they were dressed. And they had probably hurried to their lockers and then ducked into the girls' bathroom to put on makeup before coming to class. But worst of all, they had walked across the room like models, just the way Laura had taught us, and everyone was looking at them and thinking about how beautiful they were. Why hadn't I done that? I remembered how I had believed that modeling school would make me so poised and so beautiful that Randy Kirwan would never look at Taffy Sinclair again. But he had looked at her. He had even smiled, and now she was beating me at my own game.

  CHAPTER NINE

  "How are we going to get back at them?" Beth demanded the minute we got outside for morning recess.

  That was the same question I had been asking myself ever since Taffy and Melanie made that disgusting grand entrance into the classroom. But more than that, I had to get back at Taffy for flirting with Randy.

  "We could all show up tomorrow in mink coats, evening dresses, and diamonds," I spat out.

  "I mean seriously," Beth insisted. "We can't let them get away with a thing like that."

  Nobody had any ideas, and I sighed and began drawing designs with the toe of my sneaker in the half inch or so of snow that lay like icing on the playground. Across the way, Taffy and Melanie were standing together, talking and laughing like crazy.

  "They're probably planning their fabulous modeling careers," said Katie.

  "Or worse, what they're going to do to us next," said Christie.

  Just then I noticed Mona Vaughn huddled alone by the building. She looked miserable, and even though she was shivering from the cold, I had the feeling that was not all she was miserable about.

  Nobody came up with any ideas during recess. I sank back into my seat feeling more depressed than ever and watched Randy enter the room. He didn't even look at me as he hurried to his desk. Was he avoiding me? Had he been blinded by Taffy Sinclair's beauty? Was he saving all his 1,000-watt smiles for her?

  I shot a poison-dart look at the back of Taffy's curly blond head four seats in front of me. She had to be the world's biggest thief. She was always trying to steal Randy away from me, and maybe this time she was succeeding. She was also stealing Melanie away from The Fabulous Five. I was so angry with Melanie that for an instant I didn't care. But then I thought of how without Melanie we wouldn't be The Fabulous Five. Even if we decided never to speak to Melanie again, our club would be ruined. There would only be four of us. And we'd never again be able to wear our T-shirts that say The Fabulous Five.

  By lunchtime we still hadn't thought of any way to get even with Taffy and Melanie. We sat at our table feeling glum as we ate our fruit and hard-boiled eggs and carrot sticks, all except for Katie, who had a tuna sandwich again.

  Just then Christie spotted Taffy and Melanie leaving the steam tables with their trays. "Will you look at that," she said. "They're having gobs of macaroni and cheese and chocolate sundaes!"

  I looked, and Christie was right. Then I looked back at my lunch. "Has anybody lost any weight yet?" I asked.

  "Not an ounce," said Beth, "and I weigh myself twice a day."

  "Me, either," said Christie. "Have you?"

  I shook my head. "Maybe lettuce leaves and mineral water are the
right way to diet, after all."

  I should have known that would set off Katie. "Don't be ridiculous!" she said. "Good nutrition is the only way to weight control. Eat the proper things in the right amounts, and you won't have to worry."

  "Tell that to Taffy Sinclair," I said sadly. "Would you look at what she's putting away. Not only that, her figure is like everything else about her—PERFECT."

  We all turned to stare at Melanie and Taffy. They weren't talking now. They were too busy cleaning their plates. As I watched Taffy take one dainty bite after another of deliciously fattening food, my mouth began to water. This is torture, I thought, and started to look away. But just then Mona stopped at their table. She said something to Taffy, who looked up at her with such a frosty look that Mona must have turned to ice. She just stood there for a moment as if she were frozen to the spot. Then she ducked her head and shuffled away.

  I felt a stab of guilt as I watched Mona leave the cafeteria. "She needs a friend," I thought.

  "Who needs a friend?" Beth asked.

  "Did I say that out loud?" I asked, smiling self-consciously.

  Beth nodded. "You said, 'She needs a friend,' as plain as day."

  "I was thinking about Mona," I said.

  "She is kind of sad, isn't she?" said Christie.

  "Remember how she stole money to buy a sweater she thought would impress Taffy Sinclair?" asked Katie.

  We all nodded, and I could see that my friends were all thinking the same thing I was. Everyone had rejected Mona so completely that she was desperate to attract attention, even the wrong kind.

  "And remember how everybody said she started the fire in the girls' bathroom a few days ago? If you ask me, she gets picked on because she's so homely," I said.

  Suddenly Beth giggled. "Wouldn't Taffy just die if we started being friends with Mona!"

  The rest of us giggled, too, until Christie frowned and said, "Except . . . except that she's so . . ."

  The rest of us stopped giggling then. Christie was right. It would be sort of embarrassing to be seen with her. Suddenly I got this great idea.

  "Remember how we said that she's really a nice person and that what she needed was a little help?" I said. "You know, help with her hair. Stuff like that?" My friends all looked at me and nodded. "So let's help her," I suggested.

  "Yeah," said Beth. "I get the picture. We could teach her to style her hair. "

  "And help her match up her clothes," said Christie, excitement ringing in her voice.

  Katie nodded. "Even though they aren't very nice, they would look okay if she knew how to wear them."

  "We could even teach her the things we're learning in modeling school," I said. "We will make her so glamorous that Taffy and Melanie will turn absolutely green."

  Beth clasped her hands dramatically in front of her and declared, "We'll turn an ugly duckling into a swan!"

  CHAPTER TEN

  We scooped our lunch stuff off the tables and into the trash and raced out of the cafeteria to find Mona. The first place we looked was the playground, but she wasn't there. Randy Kirwan, Mark Peters, Keith Masterson, and Clarence Marshall were over in one corner where the playground monitor couldn't see them scooping up snow to make snowballs. However, it was so cold that hardly anyone else was out.

  "The gym's open on cold days like this," offered Christie. "Maybe she's in there."

  "Or the Media Center," said Katie.

  "Maybe she went to her locker," Beth said.

  "Or the rest room," I added.

  "Let's split up," suggested Christie. "Each one go to the place you thought of."

  "What will we do when we find her?" asked Beth.

  "Let's all meet by the drinking fountain in the front hall," suggested Katie. "Whoever finds her can bring her along."

  That sounded like a good idea to everybody, and we took off in separate directions to look for Mona.

  I hurried down the hallway toward the girls' room and pushed open the door. Mona wasn't there, but Taffy Sinclair was. She was standing all alone at the lavatory, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a damp paper towel. Being prissy, as usual, I thought. She glared at me in the mirror when I looked at her and tossed the paper towel into the trash.

  Just then I heard a terrible gagging sound and the rush of something pouring into the toilet. Oh, gross! I thought. Someone is throwing up.

  "Are you okay?" I called out. As awful as it sounded, I knew I ought to help. "Should I get Mrs. Winchell or the school nurse?"

  Again there was the sound of vomiting, and I started to fidget, jumping from one foot to the other. Whoever that was, she was really sick.

  "She's going to be fine."

  I looked over my shoulder at Taffy. She was the one who had spoken, and suddenly I knew who it was that was throwing up.

  "Melanie!" I gasped. Then I turned back toward the stall. "Melanie, it's Jana. Do you want me to call your mom?" The moment I said that I caught myself. Melanie and I hadn't spoken for ages. But still, we had been good friends for too long for me not to help her if she needed it.

  The sound of the toilet flushing roared in the room and then died out as Melanie stepped out of the stall, looking embarrassed.

  "It's okay," she said. "Really it is. I just ate something I'm allergic to."

  "What?" I demanded. "I've known you for a long time, and I didn't know you were allergic to anything."

  Melanie looked flustered. "Well, sometimes I'm allergic to macaroni."

  "And cheese." Taffy added emphatically. "She told me that there are certain kinds of cheese that make her deathly sick. They must have used one of them to make the macaroni today."

  I looked back at Melanie. She was nodding. "Well, okay," I said. "If you're sure you're going to be all right."

  Melanie nodded again, so I left. She seemed okay now, and I couldn't exactly force her to go to the nurse or call her mom. For an instant I wondered why I hadn't known that she was allergic to certain kinds of cheese. Then suddenly I remembered what I had been doing in the bathroom in the first place. Looking for Mona. I took off for the drinking fountain where we were supposed to meet, feeling a little relieved. If I had been the one to find Mona, I wasn't sure what I would have said.

  As soon as the fountain came into sight, I could see my three friends clustered around it, but Mona wasn't with them.

  "Couldn't anybody find her?" I called as I got close.

  "No," said Christie with a shake of her head. "She must be hiding out somewhere."

  "Think, everybody," Katie commanded. "Where could she be hiding?"

  "What about our classroom?" I cried. "Wiggins is probably in the teachers' lounge having lunch with the other teachers."

  "That's a super idea," said Beth. "Let's go!"

  We went charging down the hall toward the sixth-grade room. When we got almost there, we stopped and signaled each other for silence. Then we tiptoed to the door.

  Mona was there, all right, at her desk with her head down on her arms. We couldn't see her face, but we all exchanged concerned glances. It was plain to see that she was feeling miserable and alone.

  I knew my friends could read my lips, so I began forming words without making any sounds. What are we going to do? I asked.

  Beth's eyes got big, and she raised her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. Christie just stared, first at me, then at Mona, and back at me again. Of course, Katie had an opinion.

  Let's just go in and act friendly and natural, she said, and from the expression on her face I could tell that she thought the rest of us were brain dead for not thinking of it ourselves.

  We stood outside the door for a moment longer, getting up our courage, and then we filed into the room.

  "Hi, Mona," Katie said in a cheerful voice as she went charging into the room with the rest of us behind her. "What are you doing?"

  If Mona was surprised to hear us there, she didn't show it. She also didn't raise her head. "Minding my own business," she growled.

  "Gosh," s
aid Christie. "We thought maybe you'd like to talk to us and things . . ." Her voice trailed off and she looked around helplessly at the rest of us.

  "That's right," Beth chirped. "You know, sit at our lunch table and stand around the school ground at recess. We'd really like that, wouldn't we?"

  Christie and Katie and I started nodding like crazy until we realized that she had her head down and couldn't hear us nod.

  "Sure!"

  "Yeah!"

  "You bet!" we said, practically in unison.

  Mona slowly raised her head and fixed her blazing eyes on us. "So, is this be-kind-to-Mona day or what?" she demanded. "Well, let me tell you something. I don't need your pity. I'm not a charity case, so leave me alone!"

  Then she got up and stormed out of the room.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I dressed for modeling class the next morning, feeling totally depressed. First, over Mona. We had blown it. That was all there was to it. She didn't trust us, and she certainly didn't want to be our friend. And second, over Melanie and how Taffy Sinclair had stolen her away from The Fabulous Five by convincing her that the two of them were going to become famous models. My friends were depressed, too. So depressed, in fact, that we had decided to skip our Fabulous Five meeting Friday after school. Right now there were only four of us, anyway.

  I took the bus to the mall again and met my friends by the entrance to Tanninger's. Since we were early, we were trying out all the testers on the perfume counter when we saw Taffy and Melanie coming across the mall together. Melanie looked as if she couldn't be happier. As usual, Taffy was doing all the talking.

  "Maybe she's sharing more model's tricks for staying thin," Katie said sarcastically.

  I nodded absently, but I had noticed something else. "Look at the way they're dressed." They were carrying their jackets over their arms so that we could see exactly what they had on. My eyes got wide. I couldn't believe it.

 

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