HANNAH
Willa and I sat at the back of the class, talking about the skill competition. We had a class, but the teacher had not yet shown up.
In the front row, Julia was chatting with her crew.
"I wonder what they'll come up with this year," Willa said. She was flipping through a magazine that highlighted all the things contestants since the beginning of the competition had been asked to do. "Whatever it is, I'm sure a part of it will involve you standing in front of a crowd and talking. You need to practice."
I patted her hand. "Luckily, I have you to help me."
"Of course. Tomorrow, you'll practice talking to me like I'm the crowd."
I was about to tell her okay when the door of the classroom flew open.
Lydia, a short, pimply girl with a talent for gossiping, hurried over to her frien
