school.â
By late October, as one by one applications were sent in, a spirit of celebration set in among the seniors. Lexieâs application had beensubmitted, and she was in a benevolent mood. Her essayâthanks to Pearlâwas good, her SAT scores were strong, her GPA was over 4.0 thanks to her AP classes, and she could already picture herself on Yaleâs campus. She felt she should reward Pearl in some way for her assistance and, after some thought, came up with the perfect idea: something she was sure Pearl would love, but would never get invited to on her own. âStacie Perryâs having a party this weekend,â she said. âWant to come?â
Pearl hesitated. She had heard about Stacie Perryâs parties, and the chance to go to one was tantalizing. âI donât know if my mom will let me.â
âCome on, Pearl,â Trip said, leaning over the arm of the couch. âIâm going. Iâm gonna need someone to dance with.â After that, Pearl needed no further persuasion.
At Shaker Heights High School, Stacie Perryâs parties were things of legend. Mr. and Mrs. Perry had a big house and took frequent trips, and Stacie took full advantage. With the tension of early applications released, and weeks yet until finals, the seniors were ready for fun. All week the Halloween party was the hot topic of discussion: who was going, and who wasnât?
Moody and Izzy, of course, had not been invited; they knew Stacie Perry only by reputation, and the invite list had mostly been seniors. Pearl, despite Lexieâs involvement, still knew almost no one besides the Richardsons, and Moody was often the only person she spoke with during school. Lexie and Serena Wong, though, had both been invited by Stacie herself, and thus had dispensation to bring a guestâeven a sophomore that no one really knew.
âI thought we were going to rent
Carrie,
â Moody grumbled. âYou said youâd never seen it.â
âNext weekend,â Pearl promised. âThatâs actually Halloween anyway. Unless you want to go trick-or-treating.â
âWeâre too old,â Moody said. Shaker Heights, as with everything, had regulations about trick-or-treating: sirens wailed at six and eight to mark the start and end, and although there were no official age restrictions, people tended to look askance at teens who showed up at their doors. The last time he had gone trick-or-treating, heâd been eleven, and heâd gone as an M&M.
For Stacieâs party, though, a costume was de rigueur. Brian was not goingâhe had put off his early application to Princeton and, along with a handful of other procrastinators, was scrambling to finish by the deadlineâso he did not factor into the calculations. âLetâs be Charlieâs Angels,â Lexie cried in a burst of inspiration, so she and Serena and Pearl donned bell-bottoms and polyester shirts and teased their hair as high as they could. Hairdos fully inflated, they posed, back-to-back, fingers pointed like guns, and surveyed themselves in the mirror in a haze of hairspray.
âPerfect,â Lexie said. âBlond, brunette, and black.â She aimed her finger at Pearlâs nose. âYou ready for this party, Pearl?â
The answer, of course, was no. It was the most surreal night Pearl had ever experienced. All evening, cars driven by skateboarders and animals and Freddy Kruegers pulled up to park at the edges of Stacieâs huge lawn. At least four boys wore
Scream
masks; a couple donned football jerseys and helmets; a creative few wore long jackets and fedoras and sunglasses and feather boas. (âPimps,â Lexie explained.) Most of the girls wore skimpy dresses and hats or animal ears, though one had transformed herself into Princess Leia; another, dressed as a fembot, hung on the arms of an Austin Powers. Stacie herself was dressed as an angel, in a silvery spaghetti-strapped
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