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again.’
    â€˜Get over yourself, Cat,’ said Belle raising her voice so it became all quivery. ‘You’re not popular or cool. You’re just a nasty little bully who needs a good –’
    Just then Mrs Hong came into the room and all the girls fell silent.
    â€˜Is everything okay up here?’ she said, carrying in a traywith five red glasses containing green cordial, and a packet of Jelly Fig biscuits. ‘I thought I heard raised voices.’
    â€˜No, Mum, everything’s fine,’ said Wanda, anxious to get her mother out of the room – the last thing they needed now was some motherly advice. ‘We’re just excited about the magazine.’
    â€˜If you’re sure, Wanda,’ Mrs Hong said, backing out of the electrically charged room. ‘Just keep it down a bit, will you. I don’t want you disturbing the neighbours.’
    After she closed the door, the girls started up again, this time, arguing in whispered hisses. Belle, Mand and Cat were at each other’s throats, while Maggie and Wanda sat observing them in action. They were at an impasse even bigger than their egos. Everyone wanted to be the editor.
    â€˜We could put names in a hat,’ suggested Maggie.
    â€˜Oh right, Maggie,’ said Cat, her eyebrows rising like half moons to the top of her forehead. ‘Great idea. You need to respect your team leader, not leave it to sheer chance. If Mand won, our magazine would be utter crap.’
    â€˜Well,’ said Belle, ‘I’m going to get my father to talk to the school. After all, he did fund the building of the tennis courts last year. I can’t see why he can’t have a word with Bone.’
    â€˜Yes, that’s right, run to Daddy,’ said Mand, snarling like a pit bull on a tight leash. ‘Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you rule the world.’
    â€˜I refuse to stand here and be insulted by you, you tragic little Goth,’ said Belle, opening the door. ‘I’m out of here.’
    â€˜Me too,’ said Mand following her out. ‘I have had enough.’
    â€˜Later!’ said Cat, stomping down the stairs like a yeti with PMS.
    And with that the three girls stormed out of the house. It was quite a comical sight watching them doing their best to try and ignore each other as they stomped down the street. Belle on the right side of the road, hands folded crossly against her chest; Mand in the middle of the road, fuming under her breath; and Cat on the left side of the road, her nose in the air, her eyes glaring.
    Wanda and Maggie were left in the bedroom amid a huge pile of clothes. ‘Wow,’ said Wanda, as she started to fold the clothes up and put them away. ‘That started so well, I thought we might be able to pull it off, but those chicks are way out of control. What are we going to do?’
    â€˜I have no idea!’ said Maggie.
    â€˜You know what, Maggie,’ said Wanda. ‘It was your idea, you know, to try and embrace our differences so we can talk to all girls. We should make you the editor!’
    â€˜Me?’ said Maggie, laughing. ‘The girls would never agree to it in ten billion years! Imagine Cat explaining tothe Us Crew that she was taking orders from Maggie No Mates! I’ve got as much chance of becoming the world’s next supermodel.’
    â€˜We could have a vote,’ said Wanda. ‘I’d vote for you. You’re the most sensible chick in the group. And if you’d vote for you, that’s two votes. The other girls are obviously going to vote for themselves. That’s two votes to you, one vote each to them. I’m going to call Belle, Mand and Cat tonight and force them to meet us at Hoolio’s tomorrow afternoon.’
    Wanda looked determined, and Maggie didn’t know whether to be pleased … or sick.

Hoolio’s Records & Cakes was Baywood’s coolest hangout for teenagers. There was an