Free Taffy Sinclair 011 - Nobody Likes Taffy Sinclair by Betsy Haynes Page B

applauding. He wasn ' t even smiling. He had left her house last night with barely a word, obviously angry about the roses.
    Taffy was drawn back to the present by the sound of Marge Whitworth ' s voice. " Now, Taffy, can you tell us what was the most exciting part of making the movie? "
    Taffy thought for a moment. " It ' s hard to pick out one thing as most exciting, " she said. " I loved meeting the other stars, and working on the set, and, of course, going to Hollywood parties and to the beach. "
    Marge Whitworth asked several more questions before ending the interview. Then she thanked Taffy and moved back toward the van, where her crew was busy storing the equipment away.
    Taffy watched her go, thinking that it felt good to be in front of a camera again. How could I ever give that up to go back to being an ordinary student? she wondered.
    " Talk about a celebrity, " called out Kimm as she and Shawnie rushed toward Taffy. " We ' re going to get to see you on television again tonight. "
    Taffy laughed. " Talk about overexposure, " she said. " You guys are going to get sick of turning on your TVs and seeing my face. "
    " No, seriously, " said Kimm, " I just loved watching your movie last night. You were terrific. You have every right to feel proud of yourself. "
    Taffy blinked in surprise. She hadn ' t expected so much flattery from Kimm.
    " Thanks, Kimm, " she said. " I heard you sing with Cory ' s band earlier this year, and you ' re pretty terrific , too."
    Kimm smiled broadly. " Thanks, but that ' s nothing compared to being a movie star. " Looking around quickly, she added, " Hey, I ' ve got to run. I ' ll see you guys later. "
    Taffy watched Kimm hurry toward the building. " I have to admit that you were right about Kimm, " she said to Shawnie. " She is nice. "
    " I knew you ' d think so when you got to know her better, " replied Shawnie.
    " I do like her, except for one thing, " said Taffy, frowning. " She has a crush on Cory. "
    " I ' m not positive, " said Shawnie. " Naturally they ' re together a lot because of all the rehearsals. It could just be my imagination. I guess I shouldn ' t have mentioned it, but . . ." Her voice trailed off as she gazed over Taffy ' s shoulder. " Uh-oh, " she murmured.
    Taffy whirled around, following Shawnie ' s gaze. " Oh, no, " she said. It was Cory whom Kimm had been rushing to see. They stood together near the front door, deep in conversation.
    " What am I going to do now? " she cried. " He ' s mad because of the roses that Raven sent me. What if he decides he likes Kimm now instead of me? "
    Shawnie looked serious for a moment. " There ' s something else I should probably tell you, " she said. " He ' s been getting a lot of teasing about you lately. "
    Taffy flashed h er a surprised look. " Teasing about me? " she echoed in astonishment.
    " Right. In the hall between classes a couple of days ago I overheard a bunch of guys asking him if you were going to use your influence in Hollywood to get his band into the big time. I could tell that it made him awfully mad. "
    " That ' s terrible, " exclaimed Taffy. " Those creeps! Why would they say a thing like that? "
    " I guess everybody thinks of you differently now. You ' re our resident celebrity, and they don ' t know how to handle it, " Shawnie offered sadly.
    The bell rang, and the girls said good-bye and headed for their lockers. Taffy felt more confused than ever. Now even Cory was having trouble because she was a movie star.
    I ' d better keep my fingers crossed that the movie does become a series, she thought, because I ' m never going to fit in again at Wakeman.
     
    Taffy was still thinking about her predicament when she and Shawnie headed out of the building after school. Suddenly Shawnie stopped and pointed toward the street.
    " Look, Taffy! " she cried excitedly. " There ' s a limousine at the curb, and your mother ' s standing beside it. "
    Taffy looked up quickly. A long, white limousine was parked between two yellow