Excerpt from CANDY APPLE #14: ACCIDENTALLY
"Okay, Amy, step back. You've handed out twice as many booklets as me," said
my good friend Michiko Ohara as she leaned toward the heavyset woman
who had just walked through the wide double doors. "Program?" Mitchie
smiled, holding out a green booklet.
The woman lifted her eyebrows and gave the booklet
in Mitchie's hand a pinched look. "Thank you, dear," she
said primly. Then she floated away in a swirl of vibrant
blue chiffon and glittery beads.
We were standing at the entrance to a fancy ballroom,
greeting people as they arrived at the fund-raiser
my mom had organized for the Save the Earth Foundation,
where she works. Our friend Kiwi Adair was there, too.
So was my older brother, Kirk. Our job was to hand
out guidebooks to the items that people would bid on
later in the live auction. Mom had really done a great
job—she'd persuaded some of the coolest places
in Houston to donate stuff, including a private party
from La Luxe spa and a seven-night cruise up the Nile
in Egypt from Livingston Travel.
"I love the color of that dress," I said as a woman
in red floated past. The fabric flowed like liquid
around the woman's ankles.
"How much do you think it cost?" Mitchie asked no
one in particular.
"Thirteen hundred dollars retail," Kiwi answered.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
"We just got one in the store," Kiwi explained. "It
still had the tags on." Kiwi's parents own the most
exclusive thrift—I mean, consignment—shop
in Houston. It's an awesome place to shop. In fact,
it's where I scored the soft green velvet jacket I
was wearing at that moment.
My older brother, Kirk watched the woman in the blue
dress make her way across the room toward one of the
silent auction tables, where people could write down
how much they'd pay for each item. "I really like her
helmet," he said, eyeing her perfectly coiffed white
hairdo. I had to admit that the hair did look kind
Mitchie cracked up. "Military chic is really in this
year," she shot back.
Kirk grinned at her. "Is that why so many people came
in uniform?" he asked, nodding at two women who were
wearing the exact same pink dress. They are both standing
at a silent auction table, about to bid on a pet party
from Pampered Pooch.
A few more people arrived, and we handed out programs.
This was the Save the Earth Foundation's gala event,
and everyone was dressed super elegantly. The Waldorf
Hotel had donated the space for the auction, and Mom
had decorated the tables with beautiful green tablecloths,
white candles in green holders, and large green-and-white
flower arrangements. The theme of the auction was "Let's
Get Green," because Mom's foundation is trying to save
the planet. That's why I had on a green jacket, green
tights, and a vintage green sequined skirt. Naturally,
Kirk had said, "Are you off to the Emerald City?" the
minute he saw my outfit. But I wasn’t the only
one in green—Mitchie had on a green satin shirt
and black pants, and Kiwi was wearing a yellow dress
with green trim.
"How's everything going?" Mom asked as she hurried
over to us. Her dress was a delicate mint-green. A
few tendrils had escaped from the bun at the back of
her neck, and she nervously shoved her glasses farther
up onto her nose. "Do you have enough programs? Does
anyone need something to eat? You can take turns heading
over to the buffet, if you want. The live auction should
start in a few minutes."
"We're good, Mom," I told her, touching her arm gently. "Relax."
"I'm hitting the buffet," Kirk said, plopping his
programs onto a nearby table. "Who wants one of those
flaky cheese things?" Kirk had hit the buffet a couple
of times already.
"I do," Mitchie told him. "And would you get me a
few cherry tomatoes, with some of that dip? And maybe
a couple of crackers with that good cheese? Oh, and
I'm dying of thirst—could you get me a drink?
That orange seltzer water is good."
"Do I look like I brought a wheelbarrow?" Kirk teased. "Why
don't you just come with me?"
"Go ahead," I said when Mitchie glanced at me. I knew
that she had to leave the party early. "Kiwi and I
can handle things here for a while."
Mitchie smiled. "Cool! Be back in a few." Then
she and Kirk bopped off toward the food table.
Just then, I heard Kiwi make an annoyed little clicking
sound with her teeth, and when I turned around, I saw
why. Fiona Von Steig had just walked in. She went to
our school, Allington Academy, and thought of herself
as the Queen Bee. Though Queen Bug would be more accurate.
She and her best friends were known as the League.
As in, "They're out of your league." Nice, right?
From Accidentally Famous. Copyright © 2009 by Lisa