Avalon High
Chapter One
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers
"'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott."
"You are so lucky."
Trust my best friend Nancy to see things that way. Nancy is what you would
call an optimist.
Not that I'm a pessimist, or anything. I'm just ... practical. At least
according to Nancy.
Apparently, I'm also lucky.
"Lucky?" I echoed into the phone. "In what way am I lucky?"
"Oh, you know," Nancy said. "You get to start over. In a whole new school.
Where no one knows you. You can be whoever you want to be. You can give
yourself a total personality makeover, and there won't be anyone around to
be all, 'Who do you think you're kidding, Ellie Harrison? I remember when
you ate paste in first grade.'"
"I never thought of it that way," I said. Because I hadn't. "Anyway, you
were the one who ate paste."
"You know what I mean." Nancy sighed. "Well. Good luck. With school and
everything."
"Yeah," I said, sensing even over the thousand-mile difference between us,
that, it was time to hang up. "Bye."
"Bye," Nancy said. Then added, "You're so lucky."
Really, up until Nancy said this, I hadn' ... read full excerpt from: Avalon High ebook
