suggest. “No one, not even Mrs. Brewster, will want to mess with us then.”
Rosie laughs. “No, I guess not.”
“How’d you learn to shoot like that?” I ask.
Rosie gets to her feet. “Just beginner’s luck,” she says.
“Really?” I question doubtfully.
“Yeah.”
At dinner that night Maddie asks me what was going on with Rosie at the rifle range. “Did I see you guys laughing about something?”
“Yeah, we were kind of having fun. You know, Rosie isn’t so bad, at least not when she’s in her element,” I say. “And her element seems to be the outdoors. You should see how fast she can build a fire.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than Rosie walks by. “Rosie!” I call, waving her over to the table. “Come sit!”
But Rosie doesn’t even look at us as she carries her tray to the elite sporty girls’ table.
“I guess she’s not in her element anymore,” Maddie quips.
I’m baffled and confused. I thought Rosie and I were friends now. I can’t believe she’d just blow us off like that. If nothing else, we are suite mates. She could have at least waved.
Evelyn slides into a seat across from Maddie and me. “I’ve decided that I’m applying to the Student League,” she tells us.
“What?” Maddie asks.
“You know, the group that does grounds patrols, including patrols after lights-out.”
“Wait a minute. Wasn’t it you who made a face and said it sounded dumb when Mrs. Brewster mentioned that?” I recalled.
Evelyn smiles sheepishly. “I know, but …”
“What changed your mind?” Maddie asks.
Evelyn eagerly leans in closer to us, clearly excited about what she’s going to say. “The League members get special night-vision masks and keys to the main hall.”
“Cool,” Maddie says, nodding. “Totally cool.”
“Seriously,” I agree.
“Don’t you think this could be the best way to dig up dirt on CMS?” Evelyn adds.
I have to laugh a little as I shake my head. “I should have known that was your real reason!” All these conspiracy theories are starting to seem more than a little ridiculous, but Evelyn won’t give up.
“Isn’t it a good idea?” Evelyn presses.
“It sounds like the best way to get in deep trouble,” I comment.
“No, it’s not,” Evelyn disagrees, brushing away the idea with a wave of her hand. “Why don’t you guys apply with me?”
“Not me,” I state. “I’m fine with kitchen duty. Cleanup crew doesn’t sound like much fun, but maybe in the kitchen I can grab some extra food.”
“Getting fat off stolen food also sounds like a good way to get in trouble,” Evelyn argues.
I laugh. “The way they work us in this place, I could eat twice the food and still not get fat.”
“How about you, Maddie?” Evelyn asks. “Why don’t you apply?”
“I don’t know,” Maddie answers. “I’m not sure I’d like it.”
“Don’t do it,” I say a little too forcefully. I look at her pointedly. The last thing we need is for Maddie to call attention to herself. We want her to stay as below the radar as possible.
“Let her make up her own mind,” Evelyn scolds mildly. “What are you, the bossy twin?”
“Yeah,” Maddie agrees. “I’ll make up my own mind, Ms. Bossy Twin.”
Chapter 7
W hen Evelyn comes into English class with us on Friday morning, a student from another class hands her a note telling her to report for a League interview. Barely able to contain her excitement, Evelyn practically skips out the door.
“What about you?” I ask Maddie.
“I decided not to apply,” she reports.
“Good,” I say.
“It wasn’t because you told me to,” Maddie insists quickly.
“I still think you did the right thing,” I say. Just as class is letting out, Evelyn returns, wearing a smug little grin.
“How did it go?” Maddie asks as Evelyn takes a seat in a just-vacated desk near ours.
“Awesome,” she replies confidently. “I totally played the system. I told them everything they wanted to
Rosie laughs. “No, I guess not.”
“How’d you learn to shoot like that?” I ask.
Rosie gets to her feet. “Just beginner’s luck,” she says.
“Really?” I question doubtfully.
“Yeah.”
At dinner that night Maddie asks me what was going on with Rosie at the rifle range. “Did I see you guys laughing about something?”
“Yeah, we were kind of having fun. You know, Rosie isn’t so bad, at least not when she’s in her element,” I say. “And her element seems to be the outdoors. You should see how fast she can build a fire.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than Rosie walks by. “Rosie!” I call, waving her over to the table. “Come sit!”
But Rosie doesn’t even look at us as she carries her tray to the elite sporty girls’ table.
“I guess she’s not in her element anymore,” Maddie quips.
I’m baffled and confused. I thought Rosie and I were friends now. I can’t believe she’d just blow us off like that. If nothing else, we are suite mates. She could have at least waved.
Evelyn slides into a seat across from Maddie and me. “I’ve decided that I’m applying to the Student League,” she tells us.
“What?” Maddie asks.
“You know, the group that does grounds patrols, including patrols after lights-out.”
“Wait a minute. Wasn’t it you who made a face and said it sounded dumb when Mrs. Brewster mentioned that?” I recalled.
Evelyn smiles sheepishly. “I know, but …”
“What changed your mind?” Maddie asks.
Evelyn eagerly leans in closer to us, clearly excited about what she’s going to say. “The League members get special night-vision masks and keys to the main hall.”
“Cool,” Maddie says, nodding. “Totally cool.”
“Seriously,” I agree.
“Don’t you think this could be the best way to dig up dirt on CMS?” Evelyn adds.
I have to laugh a little as I shake my head. “I should have known that was your real reason!” All these conspiracy theories are starting to seem more than a little ridiculous, but Evelyn won’t give up.
“Isn’t it a good idea?” Evelyn presses.
“It sounds like the best way to get in deep trouble,” I comment.
“No, it’s not,” Evelyn disagrees, brushing away the idea with a wave of her hand. “Why don’t you guys apply with me?”
“Not me,” I state. “I’m fine with kitchen duty. Cleanup crew doesn’t sound like much fun, but maybe in the kitchen I can grab some extra food.”
“Getting fat off stolen food also sounds like a good way to get in trouble,” Evelyn argues.
I laugh. “The way they work us in this place, I could eat twice the food and still not get fat.”
“How about you, Maddie?” Evelyn asks. “Why don’t you apply?”
“I don’t know,” Maddie answers. “I’m not sure I’d like it.”
“Don’t do it,” I say a little too forcefully. I look at her pointedly. The last thing we need is for Maddie to call attention to herself. We want her to stay as below the radar as possible.
“Let her make up her own mind,” Evelyn scolds mildly. “What are you, the bossy twin?”
“Yeah,” Maddie agrees. “I’ll make up my own mind, Ms. Bossy Twin.”
Chapter 7
W hen Evelyn comes into English class with us on Friday morning, a student from another class hands her a note telling her to report for a League interview. Barely able to contain her excitement, Evelyn practically skips out the door.
“What about you?” I ask Maddie.
“I decided not to apply,” she reports.
“Good,” I say.
“It wasn’t because you told me to,” Maddie insists quickly.
“I still think you did the right thing,” I say. Just as class is letting out, Evelyn returns, wearing a smug little grin.
“How did it go?” Maddie asks as Evelyn takes a seat in a just-vacated desk near ours.
“Awesome,” she replies confidently. “I totally played the system. I told them everything they wanted to
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