Chapter Nineteen
“O. M. G. Is this you, Livi?”
I turn away from my mirror and look across the room. Crapazoid. Allegra’s got hold of my high school yearbook. Why didn’t I think to hide that before she got here? “Uh, which page are you on? Because there was this other girl who looked a lot like me but—”
“It is you! Oh my Gucci, you cute little orchestra girl. What instrument did you play? Was it one of the cool ones? Oh, wait.” She taps a finger on her chin. “I don’t think orchestras have any cool instruments, do they? Not, like, guitars and drums and stuff. My brother tried to play the violin for a bit. Horrid, screechy thing. I’ve never heard anything so awful in my life.” She looks up and places a hand on her hip. “Isn’t it weird how different things are popular at different schools?
