I don't worry about it too much. Luckily I seem to be naturally thin and so is everyone in my family. (Except Aunt Cecelia who lives with us and helps take care of Becca and Squirt while Mama works. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't take after her.) Of course, it's easy for me to not worry. I have a couple of years yet before my body will start seriously changing. Still, when the time comes, I sure hope I won't be as crazed about it as Mindy and Mary.

    Chapter 2.

    Fridays are always a challenge for me. I dart out of ballet class and hope my dad is right on time to pick me up. (He usually is.) Then I have to work very hard not to fidget if we're not going fast enough. The reason I'm in such a rush is that I have to be at my BSC meeting by five-thirty. Sharp! Kristy Thomas, our club president, is very big on punctuality. She gives you a Look if you're late. Those looks are so withering that I'd do just about anything to avoid getting one. Unfortunately, I've experienced the Look on several Fridays when I scooted in a couple of minutes late. Sometimes there's no way out of rush-hour traffic in downtown Stamford. But try telling that to Kristy.

    That Friday I arrived at five-thirty on the dot. Whew! I practically flew into the room, and took my usual spot on the floor of Claudia Kishi's bedroom - our BSC meeting place.

    "You made it in the nick of time once again," whispered my friend Mallory, who is also a BSC member. She knows how harried Fridays are for me.

    I smiled as I put my hand over my pounding heart. "The green lights were with us," I replied, panting. "One yellow light and it would have been all over." (My dad always stops at the yellow lights instead of zooming through them the way I'd like him to. It drives me crazy when I'm in a hurry.) "The meeting will now begin," Kristy said from Claudia's director's chair. She always sits in that chair with a pencil stuck over her ear and a visor on her head.