have no choice.
(One of the boys I drew â Kee Williams â is probably the mystery artist! And maybe heâs not so bad, after all. But I canât turn back the clock.)
I canât believe this is happening to me! Wish me luck tonight. Love, Skye
HI SKYE, WE ARE ONLIN AT THE SAME TIME, HAHAHA! ONLY I AM WORRIT ABOT THAT DANCE, YOU SHOUD TELL GRAN MABE OR JUST STAY HOME. WHY DO U HAVE 2 GO??? U ALWAS HAVE A CHOCE. ALMOST ALWAS ANYWAYS. WRITE ME WHEN U GET BACK I WILL WATE UP 2 HEAR. I HATE THOSE GUYS EVEN KEE LOVE SCOTT
18
The Turkey Trot
âY ou look absolutely adorable, Skye,â Gran said, beaming her approval.
âThanks,â Skye said, fidgeting with the square neckline of the one dress sheâd brought with her to Sierra Madre.
âYouâre going to have the greatest time,â Gran promised.
âIf you say so,â Skye said, trying not to sound too gloomy.
âYou seem to have made lots of new friends at Amelia Earhart,â Gran pointed out, sticking to the McPhee family tradition of focusing on the positive, no matter what. âYouâll have to invite them over sometime,â she added, smiling.
âYeah,â Skye teased. âWe can have a tofu party.â
âIâve eased up,â Gran protested. âAdmit it.â
It was true, Skye thought; last weekend, Gran had evengone so far as to buy chips â multigrain, salt-free, and baked, not fried, of course â and soda, or some fruity drink a little
like
soda.
âOkay, I admit it,â Skye said, looking at the living-room clock. âBut weâd better get going, Gran, âcause Iâm supposed to meet up with my friends exactly twelve minutes from now.â
âOh, no,â Gran said, her eyes wide as she checked the clockâs time against her wristwatch. âThat clockâs running fifteen minutes slow, Skye. It must need winding.â
âItâs
slow
?â Skye exclaimed, squawking the two words. âHurry up, Gran â or Iâm gonna have to walk into that stupid dance all by myself!â
Skye hesitated alone near the wide-open gymnasium doors, wishing sheâd asked Gran to turn the Toyota around and take her straight back to Eucalyptus Terrace. Her fellow art jerks must already be thinking sheâd decided to stay home; they sure werenât waiting for her in front of the cafeteria, the way Pip said they would be.
The inside of the school gymnasium looked golden from where Skye was standing. Under the big wall clock at the end of the room was the banner the art activities kids had made saying â
We Won!
â but someone had had to add a small, red, last-minute â
Almost
,â just between the â
We
â and the â
Won
.â
Uh-oh, Skye thought, taking a step back. Amelia Earhart had lost the Homecoming game to Thomas Alva Edison. This was not good.
âCome on in, honey,â a committee mom said, peeking out from the doorway. âDonât be shy about being here alone. Itâs not that kind of party.â
âI know,â Skye said, taking another step back. âI heard.â
â
There
you are,â Amanda said, popping out from behind the woman.
âFinally,â Pip and Matteo chorused. They appeared to be attached to Amandaâs side by invisible strips of Velcro, and when they dragged Skye into the gymnasium, she joined the cluster.
âHave you seen them yet?â Skye asked, shouting to be heard above the voices and music that swirled around them. âWhatâs happening?â
âI donât know,â Pip said, sounding both excited and scared. âEveryoneâs talking about the drawings, though. We did it!â
âHey, Skye-chick,â a voice said, and then she heard the art jerks inhale as if they were one person.
Skye turned around. âHey,â she said cautiously, seeing Aaron, Cord, Danko, Kee, and the two bad ballerinas standing in