and a slightly cleft chin under thick, full lips. I thought she had an impish gleam in her eyes, especially the way she smiled at the other girls after she spoke.
âHelen Baldwin,â said the girl who had first looked at me with great interest.
âOkay, thatâs it,â Mr. Rudley said. He handed me a textbook. âI donât know what you did at your other school, but weâre just starting
Romeo
and
Juliet.
Everyone reads a part. Some are reading two or three because there are only seven of us.â
âEight now,â Rosemary pointed out.
âExactly,â Mr. Rudley said. âSo, why donât you pick up the part of . . .â
âShe can be Romeo,â Heather Harper said. âIâm not comfortable being a man.â
âHeâs just a boy, remember?â Lisa Donald corrected. âMr. Rudley told us.â
âThatâs correct. Romeo and Juliet are meant to be not much older than you people,â he said.
âAnd anyway, Mr. Rudley told us a boy played Juliet in Shakespeareâs days,â Lisa continued, âso who reads what part isnât important.â
âI think it is,â Heather insisted. âIâd rather read Juliet. Why donât you read Romeo, then? Why should you be the one reading Juliet?â
âMr. Rudley told me to read it,â Lisa countered.
âAll right, girls. Brooke?â
âI donât mind reading Romeo,â I said. I looked at the others. Heather had a smirk on her face.
âFine. Then letâs get back to the play,â Mr. Rudley said.
When the bell rang, Eva Jensen and Helen Baldwin came over to me first and offered to show me around. I half expected we would have more students with us at my next class, but our group of seven stayed together for the remainder of the day. The passing between classes was just as Mrs. Harper had described: orderly and subdued. Other students were introduced to me, but there was little time until lunch for me to have any real conversations. Naturally, everyone wanted to know where I had gone to school and what it was like. Only Heather Harper looked as if she didnât think much of my answers.
âDo you have any brothers or sisters?â she asked.
âNo.â
âAre your parents very rich?â she followed. The other girls seemed to step back to let her take over the conversation.
âYes,â I said. âMy father is a very important lawyer.â
âSoâs mine,â Heather said. âHow rich are you?â
âI donât know,â I said. âI mean, I donât know how much money we have, exactly.â
âI do,â she bragged, âbut I donât tell people.â
âSo why did you ask her to tell you?â Eva Jensen said.
âJust to see if she would,â Heather said. Then she laughed. âAnyway, I could find out if I wanted to. My aunt knows just how much money everyone has. Our parents had to fill out a financial statement to qualify for the school.â
âShe wonât tell you,â Rosemary Gillian said. âAnd if she knew you had even said such a thing, sheâd throw you out herself.â
Heather seemed to wither in her chair. âIâm just kidding. Everyoneâs just trying to impress you, Brooke,â she accused, her eyes hot. âThatâs what they always do when a new girl comes. So what do you think of the place?â she followed, back to her cross-examinerâs attitude.
âItâs beautiful,â I said. âI mean, I canât believe itâs a school.â
The others smiled.
âNeither can we,â Heather said dryly.
âIâm glad you like it here,â Eva said with warm eyes. âWe can always use new friends.â
âWhat do you mean, new friends?â Heather quipped. âYou mean any friends, donât you?â
The others laughed. Eva looked as if she would cry.
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