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PROLOGUE
And so, with e very new list, the labels that normally slice
and dice the girls of Mount Washington High into a billion
different distinctionsposeurs, populars, users, losers, social
climbers, athletes, airheads, good girls, bad girls, girlie girls,
guys girls, sluts, closet sluts, born-again virgins, prudes, overachievers, slackers, stoners, outcasts, originals, geeks, and freaks,
to name just a fewwill melt away. The list is refreshing in
that sense. It can reduce an entire female population down to
three clear-cut groups.
Prettiest.
Ugliest.
And e veryone else.
This morning, before the first homeroom bell, every girl at
Mount Washington High will learn if her name is on the list
or not.
The ones who arent will wonder what the experience, good
or bad, might have been like.
The eight girls who are wont have a choice.
THE LIST
Freshmen
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Beauty
Prettiest:
Lauren Finn
the new girl.
Everyones hot for
Juniors
Ugliest:
Sarah Singer
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Congrats, Jennife
Prettiest:
Margo Gable
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MONDAY
CHAPTER ONE
Lisa throws one arm around Abby and pulls her in for a hug.
My sister said its perfect! Pretty and fun, but not in a tryingtoo-hard kind of way.
Abby sighs with relief at having received Bridgets approval.
Abby and Lisa are the only two girls in their group of friends
who have older sisters who also go to Mount Washington. Not
that Abbys Fern is any match for Lisas Bridget.
Abby had been invited to spend a week this past summer at
Lisas vacation home at Whipple Beach. Thank god, otherwise
her summer vacation would have consisted entirely of tagging
along on Ferns college visits.
During that week, Abby and Lisa snuck into Bridgets bedroom to look around. They stuck their heads in Bridgets closet.
They found a few boys phone numbers hidden in Bridgets
sock drawer, and held her charm bracelet against their wrists.
They tried on all of her makeup, which was perfectly arranged
atop Bridgets white wicker vanity. Abby had always dreamed
of having a vanity, but there was no place for one.
Bridget mainly stayed by herself that week, texting her
friends back home and reading a stack of books that shed
brought with her, and she only went to the beach with Abby
and Lisa once for a couple of hours. But on the one rainy night,
Bridget let them hang out with her in her bedroom. She curled
their hair with her thick barrel iron and let them watch a
corny old movie from the foot of her big fluffy bed. Abby and
Lisa asked Bridget questions about what Mount Washington
High was really like, and Bridget gave them lots of helpful,
frank advice, like to be cautious when hooking up with older
guys, to gossip only with the friends you completely trust, and
Abbys jaw goes slack with surprise. Even though she isnt
sure what Lisa is talking about, it is clearly news to be excited
about. Luckily, one of their other friends asks, What list? and
then e veryone turns to Lisa for an explanation.
As Lisa fills them in, Abby nods along, pretending that she
isnt as clueless as the rest of them. Of course Fern hadnt bothered to mention this very important thing, just like Fern
wouldnt have a clue about which dresses were right for the
homecoming dance. Sometimes Abby wished that Bridget was
her sister.
Okay. Lots of times.
Abbys friends take turns bouncing her around with congratulatory hugs, and each squeeze makes her heart flutter a
little faster. Though the freshmen boys act uninterested in their
celebration, Abby notices their game of hacky sack inch closer
to where she is standing.
But it still h
asnt sunk in. There are a lot of pretty freshmen
girls at Mount Washington, and Abby is friends with most of
them. Did she r eally deserve to be at the top of the pack?
It is a strange, foreign place for her to be.
Im sorry you girls didnt get picked, Abby says suddenly
to e veryone, and she partly means it.
Please, Lisa says, pointing at her mouth. Whos going to
vote me prettiest of anything with these railroad tracks running
across my face?
Shut up! Abby cries, knocking into Lisa. Youre so pretty!
Way prettier than me. Abby honestly thinks so. In fact, she is
lucky to have made the list this year, because when Lisa finally
gets her braces removed, all bets will be off. Lisa is at least five
inches taller than Abby, with long black hair that always looks
shiny and a tiny little mole at the top of her left cheek. She has
a great body, with curves and boobs. Really, the only thing that
isnt perfect about Lisa is her braces. And maybe her feet, which
are kind of big. But people usually overlook that sort of thing.
You are the worst at taking compliments, Abby, Lisa says
with a laugh. But this is seriously huge. Everyone in school will
know who you are now.
Abby smiles. Shes never been more excited about the next
four years than she is right this minute. I wish I knew who
picked me so I could thank them. The idea of one girl, or
maybe even a delegation, bestowing this honor on her is
extremely exciting. She has friends, older girls, she didnt even
know about. So...where did you see the list?
I saw a copy on the bulletin board near the gym, Lisa
says. But they are everywhere.
Do you think I c ould take one? Abby wonders. She wants
to keep the list someplace special. Maybe in a scrapbook, or a
memory box.
Definitely! Lets go grab one.
The girls hold hands as they run into school.
So who else is on this list? Abby asks. Besides me and
your sister?
Well, the ugliest freshman is Danielle DeMarco.
Abby slows down. Wait. The list names ugly girls, too? In
the excitement, shed missed that part.
Yup, Lisa says, pulling her along. Wait until you see it.
Whoever wrote it this year put funny things underneath everyones names. Like Danielles called Dan the Man.
Abby isnt friends with Danielle DeMarco, but they are in
the same gym class. Abby had watched Danielle kill it during
the mandatory mile run last week. It was admirable, and Abby
could have probably run faster than the crappy seventeen minutes she ended up with, but she d
idnt want to be sweaty for the
rest of the day. Of course she feels bad that Danielle has been
named the ugliest girl in their class, but Danielle seems tough
enough to handle it. And, hopefully, Danielle will understand
that there are other girls who c ould have been named the ugliest, too. Just like in Abbys case. Its truly the luck of the draw.
What did it say about me?
Lisa lowers her head and whispers, It congratulated you for
overcoming genetics, before letting out an embarrassed giggle.
Fern.
Abby bites the inside of her cheek and then asks, Is Fern the
ugliest junior?
Oh, no, Lisa says quickly. Its that freaky girl Sarah
Singer, who scowls on the bench near Freshman Island. Abby
lowers her eyes and nods slowly. She guesses Lisa can see her
guilt, because Lisa pats her on the back. Look, Abby. Dont
worry about the genetics thing. It d
oesnt mention Fern by
name. I bet a lot of people dont even know you two are sisters!
Maybe, Abby says, hoping what Lisa says is true. But even
if most of the kids at school dont know theyre related, her
teachers sure do. It has been one of the worst things about
going to Mount Washington: watching her teachers realize,
after the first week or so, that Abby is nowhere near as smart
as Fern.
Lisa continues, Anyway, Fern always gets the recognition.
And every time she does, youre so happy for her. Remember
last year, when you made me sit through that three-hour Latin
poetry reading contest Fern competed in at the university?
That was actually a big deal. Fern got picked out of the
whole high school to recite it, and she won a bunch of scholarship money.
Lisa rolls her eyes. Right, right. I remember. Now its your
turn to get some attention.
Abby squeezes her friends hand. Yeah, the genetics comment
is kind of mean. But Lisa is right. Its not like Abby herself said it.
And she is always cheering on Fern for her academic stuff. She
never even complained once about those early-morning wakeups or all the college visits theyd gone on this summer instead
of a vacation.
Not out loud, anyway.
When they get close to the gym, Lisa jogs a few steps ahead.
Here it is, she announces, tapping the paper with her finger.
In black and white.
Abby finds her name near the top of the list. Her name! Seeing it makes the whole thing way more real, feel more earned.
Abby is, officially, the prettiest girl in her freshman class.
Shes not sure how long she stands there staring at it. But
eventually Lisa pinches her arm. Hard.
Abby tears her attention off the bulletin board. Fern is
marching down the hall with incredible purpose, her book-bag
straps pulled tight over her shoulders, the tails of her French
braids swinging side to side.
If Fern knows Abby is on the list, Abby certainly cant tell.
Fern walks by exactly the same way she usually does at school
as if Abby d
oesnt exist.
Abby waits until Fern rounds the corner. Then she pulls the
list off the bulletin board, using her pinky nail to ease out
the staples, careful not to tear the corners.