Elaine Orr - Jolie Gentil 00.5 - Jolie and Scoobie High School Misadventures by Elaine Orr Read Free Book Online Page A

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    Jennifer Stenner was wearing a Snow White costume, complete with pleated collar and black-haired wig . “I thought it might be Scoobie, but I never guessed you, Jolie.” She caught up with two other girls who had moved a few feet ahead of her. I couldn’t tell if they were anyone I knew because they had on Alice in Wonderland masks.
    There were other people on the boardwalk so I pulled my mask over my face to hide how flushed I was . Okay, we were being a little juvenile, but it was fun.
    “Come on,” Scoobie said . “Let’s get cider.”
    We didn’t talk as I ordered us each a cup and we sat on a bench . I had been wearing my Marilyn Monroe mask on the back of my head so I could drink the cider, and pulled it off. “I wish we hadn’t run into them,” I said.
    “Yo u don’t care what those stuffed-up girls think,” Scoobie said.
    “No, but they’ll tell everybody .”
    H e shrugged and blew on the steam from the hot cider. “You don’t need to worry, you hardly know anybody.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
    I KNEW SEAN O’MALLEY, and he made sure everyone in my homeroom knew Scoobie and I had been under the boardwalk on Halloween.
    “I seenk it is zee French name,” he said. “Eet always means zay are full of fun.”
    “Better than full of something else,” I muttered, so only Sean and a couple of others could hear me.
    He hooted. “She proves my point!”
    “That’s enough .” The homeroom teacher never lets Sean get away with much. If she did he would just keep going.
    “You all had an extra hour of sleep recently . I expect to see it when I do roll call.”
    She doesn’t actually call our names, she has an attendance list and checks us off . So far I have not missed one day. I had fully intended to skip a lot, but I figured Renée would come down on me harder than Aunt Madge. I didn’t feel like fighting with my sister when I saw her for Thanksgiving.
    If I see her.
     
    I HAD ACTUALLY been able to do my geometry homework without the usual cursing at the various angles and how to calculate them . I walked into class feeling as if I might even try answering one of the teacher’s questions when I tripped, only staying off the floor by grabbing the side of a desk.
    “I’m sorry,” a dreamy-sounding voice said . I wasn’t sure of her name, but I had always thought she was an art student, because she carried a large portfolio. That’s what I had tripped over.
    “No problem,” I said, trying to hide my irritation.
    That was the best thought I had throughout the class. Half of the answers on my homework were wrong. Really, what is the point?
    I walked into the hall after class and heard a familiar snigger from nearby . “Go away, Sean.”
    “Where’s Scoobie?” he asked . “Maybe he’s home recovering from getting drenched.”
    “She said go away, Sean,” said the art student . She fell into step beside me. “I’m Ramona. I live kind of near Scoobie.”
    I was not sure exactly where Scoobie lived. He had always said that because of his mom’s sleeping schedule and the fact that his dad was on the road a lot, he didn’t take people to his house .
    “I haven’t seen Scoobie either,” she said, and leaned closer. “It’s too bad you didn’t get Jennifer, though.”
     
    I DIDN’T SEE Scoobie at lunch. It was just as well. A couple of people laughed when I walked by their tables en route to the back of the cafeteria, to Margo. Her friends, who had not become mine, did not seem too happy to see me.
    “Did you really do it?” Margo asked, as I sat down.
    “Yep. Don’t ask me why.”
    “We wouldn’t dream of it,” said Candy.
    I ignored her and turned toward Margo. “Why is this such a big deal, anyway?  It’s not exactly a crime to play tricks on Halloween.”
    She shrugged . “I guess it’s not. It’s just people besides Jennifer and her friends heard Sergeant Tortino when he leaned over to talk to you guys.”
    I groaned . “I didn’t recognize anyone.”
    “Can