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“So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.”
At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an application for the Miss Rutherford County Contest.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him.
“I’m helping you get your money together,” Joey said.
I sighed and looked at the ceiling and back at Joey. He smiled. I picked up the application. In addition to the cash prize, a scholarship was being offered to any school of the recipient’s choice.
“Ugh,” I said
“What are your other options?” he smirked.
“Well, okay.” I snapped the paper into the air. I just can’t turn that down. Thanks, Joey.”
“Ya know, you are gonna have to dress better anyway, if you are goin to Beverly Hills. I’ll catch up…
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