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city. It was amazing. She treated me as if we’d always been best friends, and the thing with Lady Serena Archibald and my shoving a cupcake in her face had never happened. Even Mary Kay acted nice to me — not quite as nice as Brittany, though, since I don’t think Mary Kay had quite gotten over the fact that she and I had once been best friends and used to play lions and ride bikes together, and now we hadn’t spoken in months, thanks to her telling everyone about my book of rules…
    …which everyone was politely avoiding mentioning.
    Even Lauren and Paige were nice to me, I guess because they were impressed by all the tips I gave them about boys (like, for instance, that boys like it when you tell them what to do, especially when you do it in a strong, firm voice, the way you’d address your kitten when he’s done something wrong. Which is really true. At least for the boys in the last row of Room 209. Oh, sure, they act like they don’t like it. But they always end up doing what Rosemary and I say in the end. Like, when we go, “Stop kicking our chairs!” they always do. Especially when we add, “Or we’ll tell Mrs. Hunter!”).
    It was like the girls in that limo had never been around a boy before in their lives. That’s how ignorant they were of how to act around them. I swear. I could have told them, “And boys really like it if you put a clown mask on your head and strap a kangaroo tail around your waist and then hop around like an idiot.”
    They totally would have believed me.
    By the time the limo pulled up to Glitterati, I was a little hoarse from talking so much. Plus, my stomach was a little queasy from all the soda and candy I’d eaten from the mini fridge. And the blinking lights had kind of given me a headache.
    So I was really relieved when Mr. Fernando — that was our driver — opened the door and said, “Ladies? You’ve arrived at your destination,” and a big rush of cool air came into the car.
    And there, before us, was Glitterati.

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RULE #12
    Practice Makes Perfect
    The Little Miss Majorette Baton Twirling Twirltacular was exactly how Erica had described it to me. Only better.
    It was packed with people, just like The Cheesecake Factory had been.
    Except these people weren’t waiting for their beepers to go off so they could get their tables and sit down to have some delicious food.
    These people were there to see girls (and some boys) compete in the middle school division of the state baton-twirling competition. Almost all the bleachers in the gymnasium were full.
    But since we got there early, we got seats very close to the front, so we could see everything going on on the blue mats in front of us.
    “Today we’ll be seeing the best in dance, strut, teams, showtwirls, solos, multiple batons, flags, hoops, and duets/ pairs,” Erica explained to me as I sat with her, Sophie, and Caroline. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were sitting farther up the bleachers. John was sitting with some girls a few sets of bleachers away. He’d met some older girl twirlers yesterday, Erica explained, and now he was pretending he didn’t know anyone in the Harrington family.
    This, Erica said, was normal for teenage boys.
    The best in dance, strut, teams, showtwirls, solos, multiple batons, flags, hoops, and duets/pairs really took my breath away. The girls (and some boys) were so good! They tossed and twirled and danced and did things with batons that I would never have thought possible, based on the laws of gravity. They had all practiced really, really hard.
    The Little Miss Majorette Baton Twirling Twirltacular was better, I decided, than Glitterati. Because even though it’s fun to envision your future sometimes, and dress up as what you want to be, and get your picture taken looking all glamorous, it was more fun to watch people who were actually living their future.
    It was so exciting when the music