Free Makeover Magic by Jill Santopolo

one
I’m So Grapeful
    A ly Tanner glanced at her purple polka-dot watch. Uh-oh. She and her sister, Brooke, had only four minutes to unpack the new polish colors before their first appointments showed up at Sparkle Spa.
    â€œBrooke,” Aly said, looking to where her sister was carefully reorganizing the bottles at the polish display, “we’ve got to go a little faster. Jenica and Bethany are going to be here for their pedicures soon. And then the rest of the soccer team will be coming in all afternoon.”
    Sparkly, the girls’ tiny dog, who lived in Sparkle Spa during the day and at home with them at night, barked in agreement.
    â€œI know, I know,” Brooke said. “But I just can’t decide if I’m So Grapeful should go before Plum Delicious or after We the Purple. It’s hard to tell how the color’s going to come out on people’s nails. And I want the display to be absolutely right so that no one thinks they’re getting one color and ends up getting another.”
    Aly smiled. Brooke’s attention to detail was partially what made Sparkle Spa look so beautiful—she’d been in charge of picking the paintings on the walls, the colorful pillows in the nail-drying and bracelet-making area, and the huge rainbow display of polish. Aly quickly opened up a bottle of I’m So Grapeful and brushed it onto her thumbnail. Then she blew on it and added a second coat.“Does this help?” she asked. “Can you tell better now?”
    Brooke’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Now I know exactly where it should go.” She slid the bottle in right next to Purple People Eater and went on to the next color.
    â€œYou know,” Aly said, handing Brooke Cider Donuts, which was a very light orange, and Apple Crispy, which was a bright red, “I think later we should pull out all the colors that have to do with fall stuff. You know, for the Sixth-Grade Fall Ball.”
    â€œOkay,” said Brooke. “And maybe we can come up with some special Fall Ball combinations.”
    â€œMaybe tomorrow?” Aly asked. “When Sparkle Spa is closed?”
    Brooke nodded as she put a bright yellowish-gold polish called Candy Corn on the Cob next to Lemon Aid. Sparkle Spa, which was really just the backroom of True Colors, Aly and Brooke’s mom’s nail salon, had a lot of rules. One of them was that the girls could be open only two days after school and one day during the weekend. That was so they could still do homework and hang out with their friends.
    â€œI can’t wait until I’m in sixth grade and can go to the Fall Ball,” Brooke said, reaching for a silvery Very Ice Try. “Only three more years.”
    Aly closed the box and put it in the corner with the rest of the extra polish bottles. “And only two more years until you get to decorate. I can’t believe I get to be a decorator this year.”
    The Sixth-Grade Fall Ball was one of the biggest events of the school year at Auden Elementary. The fifth graders always decorated the gym for the dance. It was tradition. It was also tradition that two sixth graders, one girl and one boy, got trophies for being “On the Ball.” They were chosen by teachersand always had to be kids who were good students and good friends and gave back to the school community. Aly wondered who was going to get the trophies this year.
    â€œAre you guys open yet?” a voice called from the Sparkle Spa doorway. It was Jenica Posner:
    â€¢Â sixth-grade captain of the girls’ soccer team
    â€¢Â the most popular girl at Auden Elementary
    â€¢Â and Sparkle Spa’s very first customer, back when Aly and Brooke started the salon a little more than a month ago.
    Jenica was also the person Aly would vote for to win one of the On the Ball trophies if winners were chosen by students instead of teachers.
    Jenica was more than just a great soccer player. She had also created an