She's also very thin, which is partly caused by the strict diet she is on. You see, Stacey is diabetic, which means her body can't process sugar. She has to give herself insulin shots (ew) every day! I could never do that in a million years. Besides being a real knock-out, Stacey is very smart and ultra sophisticated. She used to live in New York City, but she and her mom moved to Stoneybrook when her parents got divorced. She still visits the city a lot to see her dad. In fact, sometimes she's on the train so much she says she feels like a commuter daughter.

    Of all of us, I'd say Stacey is the coolest dresser. Today she was wearing floral leggings, a pink shirt with big sleeves, and a long vest covered in antique pins. A black fedora with a red doth rose was perched on top of her shoulder length hair.

    "Don't worry, Stacey," Claud said. "You'll1 think of something. You're a whiz at math so science should be just as easy." "Not true," Stacey said, taking a bite of a carrot stick. "They are two totally different subjects." "Not to me," Claud added. "They both make me crazy. They both involve numbers and words you can't pronounce and things you have to memorize." "Don't even mention memorizing," Mary Anne complained as she and her boyfriend, Logan, joined us at the table. "I think I just bombed a spelling test in English." "Bombed," Logan repeated in his soft southern accent. (He's from Kentucky.) "Yeah, right. Mary Anne considers missing one question bombing a test." Mary Anne poked Logan in the ribs with her elbow and he clutched his side and howled, "Ow! She got me!" My friends spent the rest of the lunch hour talking about tests and classes, how disgusting the hot lunch was (Claudia called it "The Green Slime"), and what movie everyone wanted to see on the weekend. But I couldn't take my mind off the science project.

    I thought about it for the rest of the school day and for my entire walk home. Usually Mary Anne walks with me, but she was scheduled to baby-sit for the Perkins girls.