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hall and to her parents bedroom.
Abigail was leaning back against the headboard of her
white platform bed. She set the latest issue of Entertainment
Weekly down on the tiny bedside table as her pale blue eyes
settled on Halley. We need to talk.
Sure, Halley agreed, sinking into the edge of the white
silk duvet. What s up?
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Well. Abigail sighed, her tone as muted as the soft light
coming from two Asian-style pillar floor lamps. I just got a
call from Miss Frey.
Uh-huh? Halley couldn t imagine why Miss Frey would
have called so early in the morning.
Apparently you were given a pretty stern warning yes-
terday? Abigail adjusted a big white pillow behind her back
and crossed her long slender legs, clad in oversize cotton
pajama bottoms.
Yup. Halley nodded. But I think we re all good now.
Think again, Style Snark B. I read what you wrote about
Avalon this morning, and I m pretty shocked you d make fun
of her that way.
What ? Halley brushed aside a wisp of wavy brown
hair that had managed to escape from her low ponytail and
sat up tall on the edge of her parents bed. She hadn t posted
anything on the column competition since her What were
you wearing? poll on Monday. She was planning on writing
this morning s column while she ate breakfast she d been
too busy with the video and homework to write it last night.
Halley batted her heavily lashed blue eyes as she stood up
and straightened the hem of her short-sleeved Lucky camo
hoodie over her dark skinny jeans. But I haven t written this
morning s column yet.
Well, then, who did? Abigail challenged. Because
someone had some pretty nasty things to say about Avalon.
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I don t Then Halley stopped. You had to log in to post
a column, and the only other person who had a log-in ID for
the Daily column-competition fashion page was . . . Avalon.
Halley lowered her head and looked up at Abigail with
her most apologetic, give-me-another-chance eyes. I ll fig-
ure out a way to make it right.
Good . . . Abigail s voice trailed off as Halley made a
beeline for her room.
Halley sat down and turned on her iMac, immediately
logging in to the Daily Web site. She read Avalon s post and
several old columns until she found what she was looking
for.
After that, it didn t take long for Halley to compose the
perfect solution.
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sms
The official cyberzine of Seaview Middle School
SCHOOL NEWS HEALTH SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT COMPETITION
Coming Out of the Closet
by the Style Snarks
posted: thursday, 9/25, at 7:02 a.m.
Okay, everyone. Confession time. The Style Snarks have been
caught in the act of snarking on each other, and we have no
choice at this point but to make up and come clean on some
of our previous posts. As fun as it s probably been for you to
watch our antics in such a public forum, all good things must
come to an end. And so, in the interest of full disclosure and
making peace, we re going to provide the answers that inquir-
ing minds want to know. Here we go!
1. Style Snark A does not abuse her clothes. When she s in
hate with something, she simply boxes it up (carefully) and
ships it off to Buffalo Exchange in Pacific Beach. (Check it
out; maybe you ll get the opportunity to purchase one of
her castoffs!)
2. Style Snark B s boots aren t really scary; Style Snark A was
just a little jealous that she didn t wear them first.
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3. Style Snark A really does recommend wearing tight clothes
and short skirts. They re flirtatiously feminine and scandal-
ously sassy, she says. -
4. Style Snark B s LV clutch is real. It was a birthday gift
from Style Snark A!
5. Style Snark A s blue babydoll tee wasn t really hideous,
just a little snug up top.
6. Style Snark B s BCBG sweater from last season was actu-
ally kind of cute.
7. Were Style Snark A s boobs really the work of a team of
highly skilled plastic surgeons? Here s a hint: The answer
begins with Obvi. -
8. Style Snark B has not been surgically altered in any way
(duh!).
We hope that clears up any confusion our preceding col-
umns may have caused. We re back on track now and ready
to provide you with the authoritative attire advice for whatever
clothing conundrums confound you.
Word to your closet, Shop on,
Halley Brandon Avalon Greene
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COMMENTS (283)
OMG! I knew they weren t real! I just can t believe you finally
admitted it.
posted by luv2gossip on 9/25 at 7:30 a.m.
Still seems like there s some snarking going on here. I m not
sure I m buying the whole kiss-and-make-up thing. I guess time
will tell.
posted by eternalpessimist on 9/25 at 7:41 a.m.
Hey! I think I have one of your old sweaters from Buffalo
Exchange. Did U sell them that teal Free People cardigan U
used to wear? Could it b I actually own a Style Snark origi-
nal?!
posted by fuglybettie on 9/25 at 7:52 a.m.
YAY! So glad U R being nice to each other again, cuz I adore
U both!
posted by cheeriously on 9/25 at 8:02 a.m.
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The setup
valon adjusted her favorite black D&G sunglasses to
A keep the salty sea breeze from stinging her eyes as
she trudged toward one of the volleyball courts at La Jolla
Shores. Once again, The Moms had decided to surprise their
daughters after school. Didn t Constance have someone to
prosecute or something? And if sharing a ride home weren t
bad enough, The Moms had driven them all down to the
beach for a predinner game to finalize plans for the party and
just have some fun together!
Avalon cringed. Fun no longer had any part of time
spent with Halley. Pain . . . misery . . . torture, yes. Fun, no.
Especially after the stunt Halley had pulled in their Daily
column this morning, to which she d signed Avalon s name.
It was going to take some major damage control to undo all
the lies Halley had posted about her.
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The beach was surprisingly crowded for a Thursday. Sun-
worshippers were trying to score a few last rays, at least a
dozen surfers bobbed up and down on the frothy white caps
of the Pacific, and a large family was enjoying a late-after-
noon picnic at the base of the rocky cliffs that towered above
the sand. Avalon saw two women chasing after their little
girls one blonde, one brunette and she couldn t help but
remember the happier times she and Halley had spent with
their own moms in that exact spot. And yet here they were,
expected to go through the same old motions as if the past
two weeks of total-friendship-destruction had never hap-
pened.
All right, here s the plan, Constance announced, kick-
ing off her beige leather sandals next to the post that held
one end of the high, white net. We thought we d mix things
up a little and play moms against daughters.
Avalon and Halley both let out audible groans. The tradi-
tion had always been the Greenes versus the Brandons. And
as much as Avalon had been dreading doing anything with
Halley today, she d at least been hoping to pummel her in a
few straight sets.
Listen, Abigail said, her voice sounding a lot sterner
than she looked in her baby-blue tank and black yoga pants.
We re getting a little tired of all this fighting. You re best
friends and you re having a party this weekend to celebrate
that.
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Unless, that is . . . you can t work together and win
today s game, Constance chimed in matter-of-factly, tuck-
ing her short platinum hair behind her ears and adjusting
her sunglasses.
Meaning what? Avalon couldn t believe what she was
hearing.
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