My. Frickin’. Goddess!” Maya looked up from her history textbook. She’d been trying to fit in some extra homework before classes. She was still behind due to her week at the Open and her impressive social schedule. Cleo’s outburst caused her to lose her place in her reading, but that wasn’t important. A stage-five freak-out was happening on the other side of the dorm room. “I’m on the Wall!” Cleo’s hands waved wildly toward her computer screen. “I’m on the frickin’ Wall!” “Oh, Cleo,” Maya said. “I’m so sorry.” The Wall was a gossip site that followed all the hottest of the hot in movies, TV, and music. Occasionally a sports celeb made it onto the site, like that one time Maya found herself providing a little extra color for a story about Nicole. She wasn’t looking forward to repeating that experience. “Whatever,” Cleo said. “Oh, I know I’m supposed to be above these gossip rags, but it’s totally different when you see a picture of yourself in an article that’s already gotten thousands and thousands of page views.
