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up　after　only　one　try。　She　was　very　good　at　her　job。

Serena　gnawed　on　her　thumbnail。　She　hadn’t　thought　about　this。

That　colleges　would　actually　need　her　to　be　anything　more　than　she

already　was。　And　she　definitely　wanted　to　go　to　college。　A　good

one。　Her　parents　certainly　expected　her　to　go　to　one　of　the　best

schools。　Not　that　they　put　any　pressure　on　her—but　it　went　without

saying。　And　the　more　Serena　thought　about　it；　the　more　she

realized　she　really　didn’t　have　anything　going　for　her。　She’d　been

kicked　out　of　boarding　school；　her　grades　had　fallen；　she　had　no

idea　what　was　going　on　in　any　of　her　classes；　and　she　had　no

hobbies　or　cool　after…school　activities。　Her　SAT　scores　sucked

because　her　mind　always　wandered　during　those　stupid　fill…in…thebubble

tests。　And　when　she　took　them　again；　they　would　probably

suck　even　worse。　Basically；　she　was　screwed。

“What　about　drama？　Your　English　grades　are　quite　good；　you　must

like　drama；”　Ms。　Glos　suggested。　“They’ve　only　been　rehearsing　this

one　for　a　little　over　a　week。　It’s　the　Interschool　Drama　Club　doing　a

modern　version　of　Gone　With　the　Wind。”　She　looked　up　again。　“How

’bout　it？”

Serena　jiggled　her　foot　up　and　down　and　chewed　on　her　pinky　nail。

She　tried　to　imagine　herself　alone　on　stage　playing　Scarlett　O’Hara。

She　would　have　to　cry　on　cue；　and　pretend　to　faint；　and　wear　huge

dresses　with　corsets　and　hoop　skirts。　Maybe　even　a　wig。

I’ll　never　go　hungry　again！　she’d　cry　dramatically；　in　her　best

Southern…belle　voice。　It　might　be　kind　of　fun。

Serena　took　the　flyer　from　Ms。　Glos’s　hand；　careful　not　to　touch　the

paper　where　Ms。　Glos　had　touched　it。

“Sure；　why　not？”　she　said。　“It　sounds　like　fun。”

Serena　left　Ms。　Glos’s　office　as　the　final　class　of　the　day　was　getting

out。　Gone　With　the　Wind　rehearsal　was　in　the　auditorium；　but　it

didn’t　begin　until　six　so　that　the　students　who　did　sports　right　after

school　could　still　be　in　the　play。　Serena　walked　up　Constance’s　wide

central　stairwell　to　the　fourth　floor　to　retrieve　her　coat　from　her

locker　and　see　if　anyone　wanted　to　hang　out　until　six。　All　around

her；　girls　were　flying　past；　a　blur　of　end…of…the…day　energy；　rushing

to　their　next　meeting；　practice；　rehearsal；　or　club。　Out　of　habit；　they

paused　for　half　a　second　to　say　hello　to　Serena；　because　ever　since