Chapter Seventeen

LUNCH PERIOD WAS ALMOST over. From her prime seat at the best table, Amanda watched as students raced to the conveyor belt to dump their trays. She herself had no tray. Someone had not been watching her eating habits over the past week and had gained two pounds. Her mother had kindly prepared her a lunch of two hard-boiled eggs, carrot sticks, and an apple.

Britney spoke. “Ohmigod! Look at Terri Boyd.”

Amanda looked. “What about her?”

“Her skirt's practically transparent. You can see her panties.”

Amanda squinted. “Oh yeah, right.”

Katie identified the next victim. “See Cara Winters? She's been telling everyone she got that sweater from a J. Crew catalog. But I saw the label when she took it off in gym, and it came

from Target.”

Amanda looked. “Actually, you'd be surprised,” she remarked. “They've got some pretty decent-looking clothes at Target.”

Katie, Britney, Nina, Sophie, and Emma gaped at her in horror. “When were you in Target?” Sophie asked.

Amanda grimaced. She'd been making stupid goofs like this for a couple of days. She had to remember who she was.

“Um, my mother was buying dish towels there. And we happened to walk past some clothes.”

They appeared to be satisfied with that explanation, though Amanda could still see skepticism in Britney's expression. The old Amanda Beeson might have been forced to walk past the clothing department at Target, but she wouldn't have looked as she passed.

She didn't want to think that she'd changed at all over the past week, and she certainly didn't want her friends to notice anything different about her. But it wasn't always easy. Like right now, as Tracey Devon carried her tray past their table. Amanda's eyes met

Tracey's. They didn't speak, but there was definitely a silent communication.

“Why are you looking at her?” Katie demanded to know.

Amanda couldn't resist. “I was just wondering... do you think she looks different?” she ventured.

“Yeah, I noticed that, too,” Nina remarked. “She's dressing a lot better. And I like her hair.”

“But she's still a nerd,” Britney reminded her. “Once a nerd, always a nerd. And I'm absolutely positive her clothes came from Target.”

“Oh yes, absolutely,” Nina agreed.

They were right about that. Amanda remembered choosing the printed top to wear with that skirt. She was actually rather proud of her work.

“Why are we even talking about her?” Katie asked. “She's nobody.”

“That's not true,” Amanda said. “She's somebody.” Aware of how her friends were looking at her, she amended that. “Just not somebody we want to know.”

She hadn't spoken to Tracey since that meeting in the basement storage room. She had to admit – – she

was curious. Where had Tracey been when Amanda had taken over her body? Had she been aware of what was going on? Was her relationship with her parents still improving? And what about the Devon Seven? Amanda particularly wanted to know about Randie. Maybe someday, when no one was around to see, she could corner Tracey and get the answers to some of her questions. And find out what Tracey remembered. And threaten her, or bribe her, or do whatever it took to make sure she never, ever told anyone what had happened.

Not that Amanda was really worried. Who would believe it? Only one person other than herself knew the whole story – – – Jenna Kelley. And she knew Jenna would never tell. Because Jenna knew that Amanda had information that could send Jenna into foster care.

Or maybe she wouldn't tell because Jenna was actually a good person who wouldn't want to hurt Amanda... Amanda gritted her teeth. She hated when little thoughts like that popped inside her head. They were so not Amanda-style thoughts.

Britney was looking at her oddly. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Amanda said briskly. Knowing what she now knew about how Britney talked about her behind her back, Amanda was especially careful not to give her any clues about how she'd changed.

And there was another stupid not-Amanda thought. I haven't changed. I'm me again. “I want to go to the restroom and check my hair before the bell rings,” she announced.

Britney and Katie got up with their trays. “We'll meet you there,” Katie announced.

Amanda thought the restroom was empty when she walked in, but then she heard a toilet flush, and Jenna Kelley came out of a stall.

She looked at Amanda, and Amanda looked at her. Amanda couldn't stop herself. “Are you still staying at Tracey's?”

“What's it to you?” Jenna snapped.

“Just wondering if that party's still going on at your place.”

Jenna glowered at her. “Don't you dare feel sorry for me.”

“Don't worry,” Amanda said feelingly. “I won't.” Britney and Katie came in.

“How are things in vampire land, Jenna?” Britney asked, and Katie giggled. Jenna walked out. “Weirdo freak,” Britney murmured. “Amanda, can I borrow your lip-gloss?”

Amanda had English for her next class. She'd just walked in when the teacher beckoned her up to his desk.

“I just received a message,” he told her. “You're wanted in administration.”

“Why?” Amanda asked, but the teacher didn't know. He handed her a hall pass, and she left. When she entered the reception area, the secretary told her to go directly into Mr. Jackson's office.

The principal wasn't alone.

“Hello, Amanda,” Madame said.

Amanda froze.

The principal spoke. “You're being transferred out of Mr. Jones's class. Go with Madame.”

“But – – ”

“Come along, Amanda,” Madame said smoothly, and she placed a gentle hand on Amanda's arm. Feeling like she'd just stepped back into a nightmare,

Amanda went along with her.

“It's not what you think,” she told the teacher frantically. “You're making a mistake.”

Madame smiled. “It'll be all right, Amanda. You'll see.”

They walked along in silence. “Did you tell Mr. Jackson about Serena?” she asked Madame.

Madame looked at her intently. “It wouldn't make any difference, Amanda. She's disappeared.”

“Well, at least she won't be bothering Emily anymore,” Amanda said.

Madame smiled again, but this time there was sadness behind the smile. “Hopefully not. But there will always be another Serena.”

“There's going to be another student teacher?”

Madame rolled her eyes. “No, I meant there will always be people who want something from my students. You'll have to be ready for that, Amanda. There's always going to be another threat. But I'm here to help you deal with them.”

As far as Amanda was concerned, the real threat

lay just beyond the door of room 209.

***

They were all there in the gifted classroom – – the eight strange students. Charles was still slumped sullenly in his wheelchair. The amnesia boy, Carter, wore the same blank expression. Little Martin was there, and Sarah, and Ken, and so was Emily, still looking dreamy and vague. Tracey watched Amanda with interest, and Jenna had a little grin on her face. Knowing Jenna, Amanda figured it was a “nyah, nyah” smirk.

“Have a seat, Amanda,” Madame said, pointing to the empty desk in front of Jenna and next to Ken. “Class, we have a new student. Amanda Beeson.”

Ken looked at her in surprise. “What are you doing here? Are you one of us?”

No! Amanda wanted to scream. I'm Amanda Beeson, the coolest girl at Meadowbrook, the Queen of Mean, the girl who has it all!

But there was no point in protesting. The cold, hard truth was evident, and she responded to Ken with a short nod.

She was Amanda Beeson. Another weirdo freak.

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N ine secret gifts in one class – – what could possibly go wrong?

Find out in an excerpt from Book 2 in the GIFTED series:

GIFTED

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