Stacey and the Mystery Money by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2014-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

I pulled off the purple sweater and threw it onto the bed. It joined a huge pile of other clothes I had tried on and decided against wearing: a floral sundress (too summery), a red jumpsuit (too flashy), and a pair of bleached-out jeans with bows at the ankles (too casual).

I was having a hard time figuring out what to wear for my date with Terry. On the one hand, I wanted to look really good. I wanted to wear something special, something he hadn’t seen me in at school. On the other hand, I knew he was shy, so I didn’t want to overwhelm him with anything too outrageous.

After our BSC meeting that afternoon, Claudia and I had had a short discussion about what I should wear. We had decided on the red jumpsuit, but as soon as I tried it on I knew it was all wrong.

I pulled a black sweater-dress out of the closet and held it up in front of me while I looked in the mirror. It was a little too dressy, I decided, and maybe too hot, too. I checked my watch. Terry was due in fifteen minutes! This was getting ridiculous. I gazed into my closet, hoping that a dress I’d never seen before would appear magically. No such luck.

It’s times like these that make me wish I had a sister. Somebody who would help me figure out what to wear. Maybe even someone who would lend me something to wear. Once in a while my mom is a big help with this kind of stuff, but for some reason that night I didn’t want to ask her.

I made a quick call to Claudia. “Help!” I said. “I’m down to the wire here.”

“What about your white sweater and those blue-and-white polka-dot leggings?” she asked, after I had explained the situation. “You look great in that outfit, especially when you put that white bow in your hair.”

“Perfect,” I said. “You saved my life. I forgot all about those leggings.” I hung up and dressed quickly. The outfit looked fine — just right for Terry, I thought. I was brushing on some blush when I heard the doorbell ring.

“Stacey!” my mom called a few seconds later. “Terry is here.”

I checked my lipgloss one last time and ran down the stairs. “Hi,” I said, smiling. Terry looked terrific in a pair of chinos and a tan sweater. He smiled back at me, and I could tell he thought I looked nice, too.

“I guess you met my mom,” I said. “But let me introduce you anyway. Mom, this is Terry. Terry, this is my mother, Mrs. McGill.”

Terry stuck out his hand. “Terry Hoyt, that is,” he said. “Terry James Hoyt. I’m very pleased to meet you.”

My mom looked a little surprised, but she shook his hand and told him it was her pleasure. I asked Terry to sit down for a moment, and as he headed for the couch my mom and I exchanged looks behind his back.

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