The 11 by Kim Tomsic

Author:Kim Tomsic
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

23

I texted Hannah.

Me: SOS I REPEAT SOS!!!!! NEED FLASHMOB IDEA PRONTO!!!

Me: T minus two days!!!!!!!

Me: ASAP!!!!

I rushed into the gym, stressing about how fast Friday would come and also worrying about what the perfume magic had in store.

Students sat crushed together on the bleachers. Blue and red banners hung from the ceiling, showing off the years when the Saguaro Mustangs had won different championships. A huge painted red horse covered the center of the glossy wooden floor. The faculty stood near entrances, talking and sipping from coffee mugs. Energy and chatter buzzed from all directions.

Principal Scoggins spoke into a microphone. “People, take a seat.” His voice crackled from the speakers.

I looked to where my friends had said they’d be seated and saw Jackson with Tank and Wigglesworth, laughing and trying to organize their section to do the wave. So cute.

Ally was seated a few rows behind them and called my name. “Megan, Megan! Up here.”

I hurried up several giant bleacher steps and squeezed in between Erin and Noelle.

“Stop searching for your friends,” Principal Scoggins said, “and just take the first spot you see. Now.” About a dozen stragglers plopped down wherever they were standing.

I searched the sea of faces for Piper, hoping she’d see me surrounded by friends so she’d know there was more to my middle school world than slipping in dog poop.

“Where did Turner sit?” Ally asked. “Is tech club doing sound and lights or should we save a seat for him?”

Mia and Erin shrugged.

“Hellooooooo, Mustangs!” Mr. Scoggins said into the microphone. “Welcome. We have a lot in store for you this morning. I know you’re excited about our upcoming Spirit Week, so we’ll get announcements out of the way quickly, then we’ll move on to election speeches, followed by a brief presentation by our spirit club. We’ll end with an act by our comedy duo, Mosquitos Suck.”

The crowd roared.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s get through these announcements.”

Mr. Scoggins blazed through his list and then thanked the tech and engineering clubs for manning the music. This must’ve been their cue, because the sound of bugles and drums blasted from the speakers, and if Mom had taught me correctly, I was hearing “Ruffles and Flourishes.”

Mr. Scoggins’ voice grew animated, “As you all know, Spirit Week has been a longtime Saguaro Prep tradition, dating back to the founding of our school in 1978.”

The crowd whooped and stomped their feet.

Like a conductor, Mr. Scoggins held a lifted hand toward the invisible tech club. When his arm swung down, another musical piece pumped out of the speakers. The crowd cheered, and Noelle leaned to me and said, “That’s Saguaro Prep’s school song.”

It continued playing in the background while Mr. Scoggins delivered his speech. “Tradition holds that we kick off Spirit Week with our election on Friday. Events will continue through to the end of the following Friday.”

The crowd cheered again.

“A representative from every grade will be elected; however, there will be only one Spirit Week Captain. The Spirit Week Captain gets to choose—”

“Dictate!” someone shouted from the crowd.

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