Free Mia a Matter of Taste by Coco Simon Page B

added them as the eyes of the cupcake. Then I added some more details with the icing tube. When I was done, I held it up.
    â€œLook!” I said. “It’s me with glasses and braces!”
    That made everyone laugh. I made another one with glitter and jelly beans, and for my third one I designed an intricate pattern with a red icing tube over purple icing. It looked pretty cool.
    When we were done, we put our twelve cupcakes together. Katie had made glitter rainbows on hers. Emma’s had pink hearts all over them. Alexis made cool geometric designs with candy. They alllooked different, but still worked great together as a group.
    â€œThis is awesome,” Alexis said, standing back to admire them. “What I love about this is that there will be something for everyone at the carnival.”
    â€œPeople can find their cupcake soul mate,” Katie said.
    â€œIt might take us a long time to do one hundred,” I realized. “We might want to simplify our designs a little bit.”
    â€œWe can bake on Thursday and decorate on Friday,” Alexis suggested.
    â€œLet’s do it at my house this time,” Katie offered. “We have lots of extra decorating stuff in our closets, and Mom won’t mind if we use it.”
    Alexis held up a cupcake. “Here’s to our not-naked cupcakes!” she cried, and we all clinked together our cupcakes.

CHAPTER 15
Two Surprising Comments
    T hanks to my friends, I was finally starting to feel better about my glasses. Then something happened at school the next day that really surprised me.
    It happened after health class, on the way to lunch. In class, I had put on my glasses as soon as I sat down, because I had pretty much gotten into the habit of doing that. Across the room, I saw Callie of the BFC kind of staring at me, and I felt a little nervous. Was she going to call me Four Eyes too?
    I didn’t really think she would, because Callie is the nicest member of the BFC. There was a time when I hung out with them for a little while, and Callie almost never said anything mean about anybody when the girls were gossiping. Sometimes I still hang out with the BFC if I run into them inthe mall when I’m clothes shopping (which is a lot, as you can tell). Katie hates clothes shopping, so I don’t feel bad about hanging out with them, and besides, she understands.
    But Callie’s staring made me nervous—you never know with those BFC girls. So I tensed up a little bit when she walked up to me after class. I was heading to lunch with Katie, like always.
    â€œHi, Mia,” she said. “Hi, Katie.”
    â€œHi,” Katie replied, a little coolly. (Things are still kind of awkward between them, because they’re not best friends anymore.)
    â€œMia, I wanted to talk to you about your glasses,” Callie said, and I noticed she was looking around, like she didn’t want anyone to hear her. “You look so cool in yours! I wish I could pull them off, but I don’t think glasses would look good on me, so I wear contact lenses.”
    â€œNo way,” Katie interrupted. “When did you get those?”
    â€œLast year,” Callie said. “They’re okay, but it creeps me out to take them in and out. I think it would be much easier to wear glasses all the time. Where did you get yours? They look so awesome on you.”
    â€œMy mom helped me,” I admitted. “She knowsall about what shapes and colors work best for your face and skin tone. We went to this shop in Stonebrook. It’s called Vision.”
    â€œThanks. Maybe I’ll tell my mom.”
    Then I had an idea. “You know, I could go with you if you want. I remember all that stuff my mom told me. And the saleswoman knows a lot too, so she could help.”
    â€œOh my gosh, that would be so awesome!” Callie said, excited. “Could we go this weekend, maybe?”
    â€œI’m with my dad this weekend,” I replied.