Free Vampalicious! by Sienna Mercer Page A

Ivy sat shivering on the school steps, waiting for Olivia’s mom to pick her up. She wiggled her toes in Olivia’s blue suede boots to keep them warm. Occasionally someone walked down the steps past her and said, “Have a good break, Olivia.”
     
    “Bye,” Ivy replied sadly. She had been so focused on studying for exams and trying to convince her dad not to move that the final day of school had crept up on her. It wasn’t until she’d sat down on the steps that it had really hit her that these might be her final moments at Franklin Grove Middle School.
     
    What if the job with the museum doesn’t work out? she thought. She’d checked her e-mail in the library right before she came outside, and there was still no response from Mr. Grosvenor.
     
    Ivy looked over her shoulder at the majestic silhouette of the school against the gray afternoon sky. She and her father had moved to Franklin Grove when she was still a baby. She’d never known anywhere else. No boarding school in Luxembourg could ever compete with this place , she thought.
     
    Faces paraded through her mind. Olivia, pink and perky, in the hallway on the day they met; Brendan, drop-dead gorgeous against the lockers, asking her out for the first time; Sophia, bounding up with her camera to call another emergency bathroom meeting.
     
    In five days, she was supposed to leave almost all the people who meant the most to her: her best friend, her sister, her boyfriend. She felt like her grave was about to be dug up, taking her away from the place where she wanted to spend eternity.
     
    Suddenly Ivy felt her eyes welling up.  Don’t wallow, she commanded herself. If you start crying , your spray-on tan will run. Besides, you still have five days. All is not lost!
     
    Olivia’s mom’s car appeared at the curb. Ivy quickly composed herself, grabbed Olivia’s bag, and bounced down the steps.
     
    When she got in the car, Ivy could tell Mrs. Abbott was still over the moon about the miraculous effect Wicked  had had on her daughter. Music from the show was coming from the car’s CD player. “I know how much you loved it,” Audrey said, “so I ran out and bought you the soundtrack!”
     
    Her enthusiasm was infectious, and pretty soon Ivy was singing along with Olivia’s mom at the top of her lungs. Sophia and Brendan would die if they saw me belting out show tunes! she thought.
     
    When they got home, Olivia’s mom headed for the kitchen. “Your father and I are just doing some decoupage,” she said. “I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”
     
    “What’s decoupage?” Ivy risked.
     
    “You know,” Audrey said. “It’s when you make a collage on a vase or something, and then you paint it over with glue. I know it’s your least favorite craft.” Audrey started to walk away, and Ivy’s heart sank.
     
    “Can I do one?” she asked tentatively.
     
    Audrey smiled. “ Of course! I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”
     
    Ivy shrugged, and before she knew it she was engrossed in decorating her own vase, using cutouts from a garden magazine. She’d succeeded in ringing the base with bright green grass, above which danced a circle of ladybugs. Now she was working on a band of tiny golden buttercups.
     
    “That’s lovely, honey!” Audrey encouraged.
     
    “Thanks,” said Ivy, carefully pasting on another flower. “I’m going to give it to Ol—I mean Ivy for Christmas.” she corrected herself hurriedly. “She’ll totally love it,” she added, swinging her ponytail enthusiastically.
     
    Mr. Abbott looked up from his ceremonial wooden sword stand, which he was decorating with cutouts of Bruce Lee doing different kung fu moves. “What a great idea,” he said. “She can take it with her to Europe.”
     
    Ivy felt the wind go out of her, and Olivia’s mother and father shared a concerned look.
     
    “We know how hard Ivy’s going must be for you, Olivia,” Audrey said gently.
     
    Ivy stared silently at the