that?â All the other kids giggled. Clarissa glared at me.
I think we had everything but the fake-crying. Honestly, spending time with Clarissa makes you sort of fondly wish you were with normal, relaxing people like Shay.
Usually, kids who pull this kind of garbage donât go far in modeling. Photographers wonât put up with it. I donât know why it works for Clarissa. Maybe the photographers are afraid of her. I know I am.
We started up again after the too-short break.
Tony had us all stand in a semicircle. We were supposed to stare upward, âamazed and delighted,â and fake-laugh and fake-point at a sad little shriveled purple balloon they had hanging from a string.
âFocus on the balloon, kids! Amazement! Astonishment! Thatâs it, thatâs it!â Tony called as he shot photo after photo.
Try it. Look up at your ceiling. Maybe thereâs a light there, or a bit of fluff, or an old spider web. Fixate on it. Now try to pretend itâs something incredible, like maybe a spaceship or a flock of flamingos or...well, this is your thingâmake something up. Now look amazed (your eyes should be open really wide; probably your mouth should be too) and point at the light/fluff/web. Feel kind of stupid? Yep, youâre normal.
We all knew that in the catalog, weâd be pointing at something else. We just didnât know what. But for the time being, we looked up at the balloon and grinned and pointed.
Clarissa smiled brilliantly right into the camera.
âSuck in your guts, people,â she said between clenched, perfect teeth. âI donât model with fat kids.â
* * *
Macy took one look at my face when she picked me up, sighed and asked, âClarissa act up again?â
âIâm never, ever modeling with her again, ever ,â I told Macy, flinging my bag into the backseat. I threw it hard. Like my stupid life was that bagâs fault.
âI know, I know,â Macy said soothingly. âSheâs temperamental. But you know, BB, Clarissaâs got something. Maybe itâs those huge eyes...I donât know what it is, but sheâs magic on camera.â
âI donât care!â I yelled. âI donât care about her eyes! I donât care about her magic! Sheâs a freak! And Iâm never, EVER modeling with her again.â
Macy shrugged and left it there. Every once in a while, she has a bit of tact.
I thought Iâd won.
Until I saw the entry on the calendar for the next Saturday: S.H.F. shoot W/C.A. & C.J. For those of you who havenât secretly researched and memorized Macyâs abbreviations, Iâll translate: Shiny, Happy Family shoot with Chad Adams and Clarissa Jamieson.
Now, I knew Macy had been working for years to get me into Shiny, Happy Family . It was a big magazine.
I knew it would be big money.
And I knew that somehow, some way, I wasnât going to be there.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HEY, SPORTS FANS: HOCKEY UPDATE!
So itâs the first hockey practice after school today (he says casually, like the seasoned jock that he is). No big deal, right? Probably not for normal people, but Iâm totally nervous and also wildly excited. Itâs all still hush-hush with Mom and Macy. Theyâd see all the problems with it, and I just donât need the hassle right now.
Good old Frey came to school with a stick and a huge hockey bag filled with equipment.
âSome gear for ya, Spin,â he announced, dumping it on the floor next to my locker. âMe and Dad found a bunch of stuff that should sort of fit you. You even got matching gloves in there.â
I was touched. I had always liked Mr. Frey, a big, shambling high-school shop teacher. But today, with a bag of hockey equipment at my feet, I loved the man.
I never knew a bag of hockey equipment weighed so much. I felt like a big hero just lifting it. (Okay, I secretly dragged it down the two long hallways leading into the arena, but I