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I was going to say that I donât see how we could figure out something as big as both getting on the show, but Mary Ann stops me. She hooks my pinky in hers and shakes them up and down.
âMallory, donât worry,â she says. âEverything will work out fine. It always does when we make a pinky swear.â
I nod. I try to imagine Mary Ann and me in New York. Seeing the sights. Modeling on the
Fashion Fran
show. But itâs hard.
I know we made a pinky swear. But this time, Iâm just not sure thatâs going to make everything work out.
I donât know why I was so worried about what happens if one of us wins the Design Your Dream Outfit contest. So far, it doesnât look like either one of us is going to win this contest.
It has been exactly two weeks and four days since Fashion Fran announced her Design Your Dream Outfit contest. For the last two weeks and four days, I have been designing outfits and Mary Ann has been designing outfits.
We have been working on our designs every afternoon after school and on the weekends. Weâve hardly left my room.
The problem is ⦠so far, none of our outfits look very dreamy.
Now itâs crunch time. We only have three days to go before the contest is over.
I rip a sheet of paper out of the sketch pad Iâve been drawing in and crumple it into a ball. I toss it toward the trash can next to my desk. It misses and lands on my floor, next to the large pile of other wadded-up papers already on my floor.
Mary Ann leans back against the pillows on my bed and blows a piece of hair off her forehead. She tosses her sketch pad on the ground. âI give up.â
âCâmon. We canât give up.â I rub my head, which is what I do when Iâm doing my most serious thinking. âWe need to focus,â I say.
Mary Ann snorts. âWeâve been focusing. Iâm sick of focusing.â
I pick up her sketch pad and hand it back to her. âLetâs give it one more try. We just need to design the perfect outfit that we both would want to wear.â
Mary Ann nods like sheâll try, but sheâs not as into it as she was two weeks and four days ago.
I hand her a pencil, and we both flip to clean pages in our sketchbooks.
I really want to do a good job. I really want to win this contest.
I draw a model body. Then I put a pair of skinny jeans on the model.
Mary Ann looks over at my drawing. âThose look good,â she says. She draws a long skirt on her model.
I donât love long skirts, but maybe Mary Ann will draw something cute on top.
âYour turn,â she says.
I look at the jeans I drew. I draw a tunic top with flowing sleeves. I add little bits of lace around the neck and wrists.
âNice!â says Mary Ann. She draws a vest with fringe to go above the skirt.
âLike it?â she asks.
I purse my lips and rub my head. âIâm not sure I do.â
Iâm trying to decide what it is that I donât like about it, but Mary Ann waves her hand at me. She doesnât seem to care if I like it or not. âKeep drawing,â says Mary Ann. I can tell all she wants to do is finish the designs.
I add an armful of bracelets and a beaded necklace to my drawing.
Mary Ann adds a studded belt to hers.
I add some boots.
Mary Ann adds ballet flats.
I look at my drawing. Iâm really happy with it. I hold it up so Mary Ann can get a good look. âWhat do you think?â I ask. I wait for Mary Ann to smile and say she loves it.
But Mary Ann frowns. âI donât know,â she says. âSomething is missing.â
I study the model I drew. Part of me thinks Mary Ann doesnât like my drawing because I said I didnât like hers. But another part of me agrees with her. Something is definitely missing.
Suddenly I have a great idea. I add a big cowboy hat, oversized sunglasses, and long hair with bangs.
âDoes hair count as part of the