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in the mirror. ‘Where did you get them, Glitz or Ms Right?’
    â€˜I made them,’ said Wanda shyly.
    â€˜No way!’ said Cat. ‘They look professionally made. What else have you made?’
    Wanda went to her wardrobe and started pulling out clothes: a green satin shirt with a plunging cleavage and cute pearl buttons, a purple hand-knitted minidress with a cowl-neck collar, a pair of black trousers with studs around the pockets and ankles, a delicate silk dress with the finest gold embroidery around the neckline, and a funky green army jacket with copies of badges, like I’m Miss Understood and Kisses 10 cents hand-embroidered all over it.
    â€˜These clothes are so wicked!’ said Belle. ‘You’re serious, you made all of these?’
    â€˜Yep,’ said Wanda. ‘I’ve always loved making things. My parents call it my hobby, but it’s my passion. Dad has been giving Mum a hard time about how long I spend at the sewing machine. He says I’ll have to get rid of it in Year 11, so I can spend more time studying and less time sewing.’
    â€˜That’s so not fair,’ said Mand. ‘You’re obviously incredibly talented.’
    â€˜Well, I was thinking that we could do a fashion shoot for our magazine,’ said Wanda with a tentative smile.
    â€˜That’s a brilliant idea!’ said Belle. ‘I’m really intophotography. My father bought me a fantastic digital camera for Christmas last year.’
    â€˜I can do make-up too,’ said Wanda pointing to a plastic box under the vanity unit. ‘I’ve got tonnes of make-up. I’ve been collecting it since I was five.’
    Wanda dragged out the box and opened the lid. It was like an Aladdin’s cave of the beauty world – every colour of eye shadow, blush, mascara and foundation. There was a set of very professional-looking make-up brushes that had obviously been well used.
    â€˜I’ve spent hours making over everyone in the street,’ said Wanda. ‘Actually, I was thinking about suggesting an article for the magazine on make-up, so girls can learn all the tricks of the trade.’
    â€˜That’s fantastic!’ said Cat. ‘Wanda could be our fashion and beauty editor. What do you reckon, girls?’
    Everyone agreed it was a fabulous idea.
    â€˜Okay, now we’ve got one job out of the way,’ said Wanda, relieved that the girls had finally realised there was more to her than maths. ‘Now we’ve got to decide who’s going to be the editor.’
    A chilly silence fell over Wanda’s bedroom. It was the top job and secretly Mand, Cat and Belle all wanted to be in charge.
    â€˜Well, I nominate myself,’ said Belle with a confident toss of her head. ‘My father is a business leader and I know how to manage people.’
    â€˜Just because you’ve got a rich daddy doesn’t mean you know more than us about magazines,’ said Mand.
    â€˜Actually,’ said Cat, ‘If anybody should be the editor, it’s me! At least, I know what’s cool and what’s not.’
    â€˜Your coolness makes you the obvious choice, does it?’ said Mand. ‘Well, girl, if you think that because you’re in the Us Crew you’re cool, you’re deluded. Want to hear some home truths? The rest of the school thinks you’re a bunch of stuck-up bitches. There is nothing cool about being a –’
    â€˜Yes, Mand,’ said Cat, standing up and looking as though she was going to jump on Mand and strangle her. ‘You wouldn’t know cool if you were locked overnight in the freezer at Samways Supermarket. Your Black Jumper posse are the laughing stock of the school.’
    â€˜Says who?’ said Mand.
    â€˜Says me,’ said Cat, pointing her finger at Mand before turning her wrath on Belle. ‘And if you think I’m going to kowtow to poor little Ms Rich Girl over there, you can think