Laughterand chatter echoed against the looming front of the high school, before bouncing into thecloudless blue sky.Where other kids her age fantasized about her life, to Amelie, this was the fantasy. Normalcy.And she'd always be standing on the steps, like she was now, watching instead of taking part.Amelie was about to trek to her trailer when the two blond girls and the pageboyed brunettewho'd been tailing Grant stopped outside her door, the brunette holding a cashmere throw.One of the blondes spoke first, extending her slender arm to shake Amelie's hand. "AmelieAdams? I'm Fortune Weathers," she said, tossing a buttery lock of hair over her shoulder."This is Billie Bollman and Talia Montgomery." She gestured to the other horsey blonde andthe brunette, who gave tiny finger waves."Um, hi," Amelie said. She recognized them as friends of Myla Everhart, the daughter ofBarbar, who even an outsider like Amelie could see ruled the school. She was glad to not bewearing Class Angel's crazy-person halo.
