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they’ll all be gone, because the little number on the screen keeps clicking off how many thousands have already been sold.
    I’m back. They said to allow four weeks for delivery. The other thing that’s really bugging me tonight is the nasty trick Shelby played on me today. I’m beginning to wonder about her. I think she thinks she should be the leader of our group, not me , even though I’m the one who got voted Head Yell Leader. And who came up with The Cannibals idea? Now everybody at school wants to be a Cannibal . And that’s the other thing that’s ticking me off: Some people have even made fake Cannibals shirts! The Girls say that just shows how popular we are, but what good is it if everyone’s a Cannibal ?
    I went up to Lisa Keene in the hall yesterday and said, “Where did you get that sweatshirt?” She said, “At the mall.” I said, “You can’t just wear it around like that.” “Why not?” she said. “Because you’re not in our group,” I told her.
    Lisa, that brat, laughed right in my face and said, “I hate to tell you this, Tiffany, but you don’t own the word.”
    Or did she say “world”? At any rate, it’s probably too late to get it trademarked.
    Like I was saying, Shelby played this really mean trick on me today and why the other Girls didn’t stop her, I’ll never know. They were probably scared to death she’d sit on them or something.
    Anyway, being a Saturday, we decided it would be fun to dress up in our nighties and PJs and put our hair up in those old-fashioned curlers and take our teddy bears and drive by the football players’ houses. So we took Shelby’s car, because it’s a convertible, and drove by Bobby’s house, and boy, did he blush when he saw us!
    We drove around for a while, just waving to everybody and honking the horn, then suddenly Shelby says, “I don’t think the brake lights are working. Tiff, would you get out and check?I don’t want to get another ticket.”
    So I get out of the front seat and go around to the back—and the next thing I know, Shelby hits the gas and disappears into the traffic.
    At first, it was like one of those out-of-body experiences some people have when they almost die, and they can look down and see themselves. Only in this case I was downtown in my shorty pajamas—the new ones, luckily—and my bunny slippers, with my hair in all these ugly pink rollers and no way to brush it out.
    I could’ve screamed.
    People walked by, smiling, and one guy said, “Isn’t it a little late for Halloween?” I stayed calm by reciting the Lord’s Prayer and thinking about what I would do to Shelby’s hair the next time she asked me to streak it.
    Finally, after what seemed like hours , Shelby’s car pulled up beside the curb. I got in laughing, like I’d really been having fun.
    â€œWe didn’t know she was going to do that!” Ashley sobbed, and the other Girls agreed, and I believe them.
    â€œSorry,” Shelby said. “I was just kidding.”
    â€œOh, it was too funny!” I said. “You should’ve seen the looks on people’s faces!”
    â€œYou should’ve seen yours.” Shelby smirked.
    So we all laughed some more, after Ashley stopped crying, then we drove to the mall, and Shelby treated me to an ice cream cone, orange sherbet and chocolate chiffon. But she’s nuts if she thinks that settles it. Tiffany Spratt does not forget. Tiffany Spratt bides her time.
    Have I said enough stuff about my family? I guess I can always add more later, about how they’ve supported and encouraged me, et cetera. I just wish my mother would try to see things from my point of view. She was in here a while ago, complaining about the way I’d done the dishes.
    â€œYou didn’t even scrape off the food!” she said. “We could serve the plates