AVALON HIGH

CHAPTER ONE

And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers
"'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott."
"You are so lucky."
Trust my best friend Nancy to see things that way. Nancy is what you would call an optimist.
Not that I'm a pessimist, or anything. I'm just...practical. At least according to Nancy.
Apparently, I'm also lucky.
"Lucky?" I echoed into the phone. "In what way am I lucky?"
"Oh, you know," Nancy said. "You get to start over. In a whole new school. Where no one knows you. You can be whoever you want to be. You can give yourself a total personality makeover, and there won't be anyone around to be all, 'Who do you think you're kidding, Ellie Harrison? I remember when you ate paste in first grade.'"
"I never thought of it that way," I said. Because I hadn't. "Anyway, you were the one who ate paste."
"You know what I mean." Nancy sighed. "Well. Good luck. With school and everything."
"Yeah," I said, sensing even over the thousand-mile difference between us, that, it was time to hang up.