The voices in my head agree that I really did see what I thought I saw, the evil Star poking through the pseudosweet one. They just can’t agree what I should do about the vision. You should have decked Star Simons right there in the hall! M.J. insists. But did you see how beautiful Star was, even when she gave you that evil look? Plain Jane points out. Maybe you should get your hair cut like hers. I want Alicia. I fumble for my cell, find it, and hit my #1 speed dial. As it rings, I picture Alicia sitting in class, her phone ringing in her big flowered bag. She’s always rejected backpacks and conventional book bags. Surely college couldn’t have changed her that much. She’s only been gone a few months, but it feels like years. “What?” It’s Alicia’s voice, but she sounds sleepy. And angry. Maybe out of breath. “Alicia? It’s me. Mary Jane.” “Just a minute.” Muffled voices. One of them male. I picture Alicia, petite, five feet two, blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail.
