I feel awfully grateful to have so many good friends. If there were such a thing, I think the BSC members would be the Seven Musketeers. Oh, sure, we've had our arguments and fights, but we're usually there for each other, through thick and thin. And we're pretty understanding of each other.
Chapter 3.
"What is that?" I asked, looking horrified.
Claudia looked pretty horrified herself.
The two of us were in her room, along with Dawn and Mallory, waiting for a meeting of the BSC to begin, and I had just pointed to something. It was a large, sticky-looking brown stain on Claudia's bedspread, and it was only partially covered by the quilt folded at the end of the bed.
"Oh, lord," said Claudia, examining it. Then she leaned over and smelled it.
"Gross!" exclaimed Mal. "How can you do that?" But Claudia looked relieved. "It's only chocolate," she said. "I hid a candy bar under the quilt. I guess it got a little warm in there." "What are your parents going to say when they see it?" asked Dawn.
Claudia shrugged. She pulled the quilt over the stain to hide it. "I'll worry about that some other time." Claudia flopped onto her bed and leaned against the wall. She was looking especially acute that day. (Acute means cool. My friends and I make up words all the time, and only we know what they mean. Distant and dibble also mean cool.) Claud was wearing an oversized raspberry-colored shirt, a short black skirt, and black leggings (the layered look)." On her feet were black cowboy boots, and dangling from an earcuff was a huge collection of beads and stones. (Claud does have pierced ears, but the holes were empty.) I settled myself in my usual spot on Claud's bed (beside Claud), but only after she had covered up the chocolate stain. Compared to Claudia, I looked like a complete nerd, even though I was wearing one of my better outfits: blue print pants that were wide on top but narrowed to cuffs at the ankles, and a short-cropped T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and this acute picture of a cactus wearing a cowboy boot.