Olivia’s heart raced. “How’d he look?” She’d been waiting her entire life to see her Prince Charming again!
“Like a pencil with pimples,” Ivy’s voice answered matter-of-factly.
“Noooo,” said Olivia, grabbing the pink fuzzy sweater Ivy had just thrown over the divider. “He used to be so cute!”
“Well, he still is, if you like boys who plaster their hair to their foreheads with Vaseline,” Ivy told her. Olivia heard her sister’s stall door open and shut. “Anyway, you’d better hurry up. We’re going to be late for our last midterm, and I still haven’t told you about how our dad’s not moving to Europe.”
“What did you say?” Olivia gasped. She threw open her stall door to see her sister grinning at her with her arms crossed.
“We’re not moving,” Ivy said. “Our father’s dream job has come up—and it’s right here in Franklin Grove!”
Olivia listened intently as her sister told her all about overhearing the vamp curator’s conversation about the job opening at the art museum. It sounded perfect!
“Do you really think he’d put himself up for it?” Olivia asked.
“He already has,” Ivy said, raising one eyebrow. “I sent Mr. Grosvenor an e-mail from my web account using your parents’ computer last night. I talked all about my qualifications: my longtime patronage of the museum, what an upstanding member of the community I am, all the design awards I’ve won. It was some of my best writing.”
“I didn’t know you’d got design awards,” Olivia said, impressed.
“The e-mail wasn’t from me,” explained Ivy. “It was from Charles Vega. Since my e-mail address is just my last name, Mr. Grosvenor will never know the difference.”
“You forged an e-mail?” asked Olivia. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Ivy stated. “Even jail would be better than Europe.”
That’s true, Olivia thought. “I’d bring you cupcakes,” she said. “And we could talk on the phone through Plexiglas, like they do in the movies.”
A few moments later, they were back to looking like themselves, and Olivia and her sister were speeding down the hall toward social studies. “Can I ask you a favor?” Olivia asked, remembering the previous night with her father.
“Anything,” Ivy said. “As long as I don’t have to go to cheerleading practice.”
Olivia lowered her voice as they made their way through the bustling crowds. “Can we switch again tonight?”
“Two nights in a row?” replied Ivy. “My skin will start turning pink!”
Olivia smiled. “Our dad’s always so weird around me because I’m human. But when I pretend to be you, he’s more relaxed. It’s the only time I ever get to see what he’s really like. He wants to decorate the Christmas tree tonight.”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “That’ll take hours.”
“It would really mean a lot to me,” Olivia said softly.
They stopped outside the door of the social studies classroom. “Sure,” Ivy agreed. “It wouldn’t be such a stake in the heart to spend some more time at your house. I’m starting to feel like your mom’s my mom, too.”
“Thanks, Ivy,” Olivia said gratefully. “It might be my last chance to spend time with him.”
“Not if I can help it!” Ivy said firmly.
Olivia smiled at her sister’s determination and then followed her into the classroom to take their social studies exam.
At the end of the day, Ivy sat shivering on the school steps, waiting for Olivia’s mom to pick her up. She wiggled her toes in Olivia’s blue suede boots to keep them warm. Occasionally someone walked down the steps past her and said, “Have a good break, Olivia.”
“Bye,” Ivy replied sadly. She had been so focused on studying for exams and trying to convince her dad not to move that the final day of school had crept up on her. It wasn’t until she’d sat down on the steps that it had really hit her that these might be her final moments at Franklin Grove Middle School.
What if the job with the museum doesn’t work out? she thought. She’d checked her e-mail in the library right before she came outside, and there was still no response from Mr. Grosvenor.
Ivy looked over her shoulder at the majestic silhouette of the school against the gray afternoon sky. She and her father had moved to Franklin Grove when she was still a baby. She’d never known anywhere else. No boarding school in Luxembourg could ever compete with this place, she thought.
Faces paraded through her mind. Olivia, pink and perky, in the hallway on the day they met; Brendan, drop-dead gorgeous against the lockers, asking her out for the first time; Sophia, bounding up with her camera to call another emergency bathroom meeting.
In five days, she was supposed to leave almost all the people who meant the most to her: her best friend, her sister, her boyfriend. She felt like her grave was about to be dug up, taking her away from the place where she wanted to spend eternity.
Suddenly Ivy felt her eyes welling up. Don’t wallow, she commanded herself. If you start crying, your spray-on tan will run. Besides, you still have five days. All is not lost!
Olivia’s mom’s car appeared at the curb. Ivy quickly composed herself, grabbed Olivia’s bag, and bounced down the steps.
When she got in the car, Ivy could tell Mrs. Abbott was still over the moon about the miraculous effect Wicked had had on her daughter. Music from the show was coming from the car’s CD player. “I know how much you loved it,” Audrey said, “so I ran out and bought you the soundtrack!”