Sugar, Spice, and Sprinkles by Coco Simon

Author:Coco Simon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight
Published: 2020-02-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE SINGING OUR TRUTHS

My mom had to be at the vet clinic all day Saturday, but my dad was home. He offered to drive me to band practice, since he was already taking Isa to soccer. It was her last practice before her team headed to the finals the following week. Even though Isa hadn’t said anything about it to me, I knew she was nervous. I’d heard her kicking the ball around in the backyard the past few days, trying to shoot it past the obstacle my mom had fixed up for her—a piece of plywood with several holes cut out. The holes were so she could aim to get the ball into the goal in places where the goalie might not be able to stop it.

“Is your team ready for finals?” I asked her.

Isa shrugged and looked out the car window, in the opposite direction of me. “As ready as we’re going to be.”

“I think you guys will win,” I said. “You really are great.”

“So is the other team, Sierra,” she replied, as if I didn’t know that. “That’s why we’re both in the finals.”

“Um, right,” I said.

Isa pressed on, as if she were talking to a very small child who knew nothing about soccer, instead of her twin who played on the girls’ team at school. “And the other team’s been undefeated all season. We’ve lost two games.”

“Well, I think you’re ready,” I said, unsure of how else to respond.

Isa shook her head at me, as if I were telling her they would all become astronauts and go to the moon after the game.

I caught my dad’s eye in the rearview mirror. He smiled knowingly. Sometimes it was so hard to give Isa a compliment, or to just chat with her.

“Sierra,” he said, “whatever happened with your Spirit Week themes? You didn’t tell us.”

At this, Isa turned to look at me with interest. We weren’t announcing them officially at school until Monday, but Isa wasn’t exactly the type to text-blast the information to her friends. She was more likely to pretend it wasn’t Spirit Week and not dress up at all, because dressing up would be too conventional. So why did she even care?

I cleared my throat. It was embarrassing just saying them out loud, because I was so unhappy about it. “Crazy Hair Day, Pajama Day, Twin Day, Anti–Vista Green Day, and Red and Gold Day,” I hurriedly spat out, letting all the words run together.

“Oh goody,” said Isa. “Twin Day. I’ll be you and you’ll be me.”

She stared at me, waiting to see what I’d say, but I didn’t react. I’d already promised Tamiko I’d dress up with her. Was Isa serious, or was she just testing me?

“What’s this Anti–Vista Green Day?” asked Papi. “You mean Allie’s school?”

I nodded miserably. “Yes. I didn’t vote for it, Papi. MLK apparently thinks Vista Green is full of clones and snobs.”

“That’s silly,” said Isa.

“It is silly,” said my dad. “I’m surprised you couldn’t think of something more positive, Sierra.

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