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Show -10C-Feppermint Monda; of the wall. I would have liked to think Billy's vote wasn't as important as someone like Renae. I had Renae's vote already. I would have to remain calm for Billy's. I wondered if Uncle William ever had to sacrifice pride on his way to the top. Andrea asked me why I allowed that horrid horse picture on the walls of the hall where everyone could read it. "I can't believe you put it up. What are you thinking?" "Billy Crowley likes it," I said stiffly. "That's exactly what I'm saying, Carly. Since when does Billy's opinion make any difference to you?" I shrugged my shoulders and didn't try to explain. Probably because it didn't make any sense to me. I tried a different approach. "It does attract a lot of attention. Besides, Jason and his friends made it. They might feel bad." "That's never bothered you before either. Jason's just a pesty brother, anyway." Andrea had enough brothers to know how awful they could be without even putting forth much effort. I knew she was right, but I left the poster up. Being fifteen didn't feel much different. In fact, other than Renae's group singing happy birthday to me on the bus, it was an uneventful and un-embarrassing day. I don't know who told Renae it was my birthday. Barton wouldn't know and Andrea would never agree to public humiliation on the school bus. I had been trying to tolerate Renae lately, but this was the limit. We had cake and ice cream, both chocolate. Ma had gone to a lot of trouble to decorate the cake too. It had dozens of light lavender flowers |