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CHAPTER SIXTEEN. DANCIN' IN YOUR LEVI
AMELIA shuffled inside the cafeteria with a purpose. She glanced around the room and paused when her eyes fell on her friends. She stalked closer to them and raised her eyebrows when they looked up at her.
"You guys done?" she asked.
Gemma nodded, "Yeah."
"Walk with me."
Gemma stood up to accompany her and so did Monika, asking, "Oh, Amy. Ask me about the Emu War of 1932."
"No," Amelia made a face, interlocking her arm with Gemma's, "I don't think I will." She started walking, pulling Gemma with her, and Monika rushed to keep pace with them. "Gemma, do you think you have a vague idea about the theme of our yearbook?"
Gemma's eyebrows furrowed. "Yearbook?"
Amelia nodded. "Yeah."
"No."
Amelia patted her arm, "You're gonna learn."
"Why?"
"Betty Brant needs your help."
Gemma's face screwed. "Why?"
"As the head of the Color Department of the Yearbook and Photography Committee -- "
"There is a Color Department in the Yearbook and Photography Committee?" Monika interrupted.
Amelia rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "Yes."
"Made up of the members of 'I'd be one of the Plastics if they were real' club?"
Amelia glared at Monika. "Do you wanna mock people or do you wanna let me talk to Gemma?"
"I wanna mock people."
Amelia sighed and turned back to Gemma as they continued to walk down the bustling hallways. "The Color Department of the Yearbook and Photography Committee. Betty wants to take a look at the pictures I took for the Yearbook and try to pick out a palette to start work."
"And?" Gemma asked.
"I have a Decathlon meeting at the same time the Yearbook Committee is meeting. And, as I have yet to develop the ability to be present at two places at once, which by the way seems like it should be the next step in our evolution seeing as it would make our lives much easier -- I need you to take these pictures to her."
