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gingers, but he was a cross  between Prince Harry and that actor, Michael Fassbender, and with his dry sense of humor, he came in a close second and if Will turned out not to be interested or available, I wouldn’t be overly disappointed with him as a boyfriend.
    And then there was the guy at the stables, Brady. He was enough to make a girl swoon with his dark hair and amber eyes. And that he loved horses was just an added bonus. But he was probably off limits; I figured staff weren’t allowed to date students, even though he seemed really young.
    “Right, Brooklyn,” I said aloud to my reflection. “The new girl just walks in and gets her choice of cute guy.” Doubtful. Evan and Will probably had not given me another thought after they dropped me and my trunk at Celia’s room. And Brady probably just wanted to humor me and get me out of the stables so he could go home.
    I finished up with my hair and started in on makeup turning my thoughts to more productive things, like worrying about my first day of classes.
    A few minutes later, when I was finished, I stepped out into my bedroom to find I’d changed roommates again.
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    T here was a girl sitting at Emmie’s desk, facing away from me. I couldn’t see her face, but it couldn’t be Emmeline with her long blond hair—this girl had short hair.
    I looked around the corner to see if Emmie was in the closet, putting stuff away, but no. I looked back at the girl. She had a pixie cut that didn’t even cover her neck. Well, it did, in places, but to be frank, it looked like she’d pulled it all into a ponytail and hacked it off.
    But as she turned around to face me, I realized that’s exactly what she had done. It was Emmeline.
    “What have you done?” I gasped, my hands lifting to my mouth involuntarily. I mean, this girl didn’t seem manic, but what else would make her cut her hair like that?
    She was smiling as she ran her fingers through her hair, making it stand up. “I cut off my hair. What do you think?”
    I think you’re nuts . “Why?” I asked, not answering her question out loud.
    She shrugged. “I do it every fall.”
    I looked around. “Without a mirror?”
    “Well no, not usually, but I’ll tidy it up now that you’re out of the bathroom.” She was obviously amused by my disbelief. “It’s just hair. My parents freak out about it short, so I let it grow for the summer, but I can’t stand it and was dying to get rid of it. I couldn’t wait one second longer.”
    Obviously. But it was unbelievable. This girl probably had more money than God and instead of going to a proper stylist, she lopped off her hair and, I realized with a glance to the wastepaper basket in the corner, threw it out like it was an empty Doritos bag.
    She followed my glance and winced. “I know, it’s wasteful, but it wasn’t long enough to donate. I’ll start growing it out earlier this year so it gets long enough.”
    “Huh?” I asked.
    “For wigs. You know, for cancer patients. It has to be a certain length or they can’t use it.”
    I just stared at the crazy girl in front of me.
    She smiled back. “What?” she said, looking suddenly shy.
    I shook my head. “You’re brilliant, that’s all.”
    She jumped up from her chair and gave me a big hug. “We’re going to get along just great.”
    I opened my mouth to say something, but her cell beeped and she pulled away.
    “A text from Dave, my boyfriend. He’s anxious to see me—we haven’t been together since last spring.”
    “Since you left for France?” I asked.
    She glanced down at her phone and started pressing keys. “No, since I left here at the end of the school year. He goes to Westwood. That’s the boys’ school.” She stopped texting and looked up at me and waggled her eyebrows. “Where you’ll find your next boyfriend.”
    I laughed. It was like she’d read my mind.
    “Unless you already have a boyfriend and are doing the long-distance thing.”
    “London is more long