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couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I soaked up the attention I’d always dreamed about getting.
    “Damn, girl. Looking good!” This came from Brad Pinkerton, the same guy who’d bodychecked me just a couple of days ago. I rolled my eyes. He wouldn’t apologize then, but he was hitting on me now? Yeah, right.
    As one of my teachers walked by, I gave her a little wave. “Hi, Mrs. Garrett,” I said.
    “Hello, Ms. . . .” she began, but then stopped. She squinted at me as if she was having trouble seeing me.
    She didn’t recognize me.
    “It’s me, Brooklyn,” I said, smiling.
    “Brooklyn! Well, well, look at you,” she stammered, before hurrying off to class, confused.
    I shrugged and then continued on to my locker. By this time I had the attention of everyone within eyeshot and was uber-aware that my every move was being watched and analyzed. Praying that I wouldn’t trip in my heels and remind them all who I really was, I took my time getting in my locker and collecting my books. I tried desperately to act like I didn’t notice everyone staring and continued on my way to my first class.
    I didn’t even realize I’d been holding in my breath until I sat down in first-period history and let it out slowly.
    Well, that went well.
    Better than expected, actually. And all the attention, albeit exciting, was a little bit odd, too. I was still the same person I was before—only blonder, with better skin and a butt that belonged in a music video.
    I was still me.
    I was so totally lost in thought that I didn’t even notice when Eliza and Wheatley walked in and took their regular seats just a few away from me. When I finally looked up from my desk, I saw them both staring in my direction. It wasn’t the same way that the others had been looking at me; this was more like curiosity than awe or heated interest.
    I turned to make sure they weren’t looking at anyone behind me, but saw that I was the only one in their line of sight. As I turned back around, I knocked my pile of books off my deskand they landed with a clatter on the floor. My face growing hot, I scrambled to retrieve them as subtly as I could.
    Oh, why couldn’t there be an anti-clumsiness spell?
    When I finally got everything back on my desk, I snuck a glance at Eliza and Wheatley, who had gone back to focusing on their own stuff. Still, I noted, a glance from The Elite was better than what I’d gotten before, which was a big, fat nothing. And they had been looking at me, so the makeover couldn’t have been a total flop.
    As others filtered into the room, I got more surprised looks. And when the noise in the class began to rise, I couldn’t help but think everyone was talking about me. Whether it was good or bad, I couldn’t tell, but one look around and I knew it was true.
    Finally, the teacher showed up and quieted everyone down, although that didn’t stop people from staring. I tried my best to act like everything was business as usual, but it was hard to do, considering the fact that I’d never had this much attention focused on me in my entire life. Even forcing myself to concentrate on the lecture we were being given on the Roman Empire wasn’t working. After a few minutes, I gave up and picked at my nails instead.
    My next few classes were just as hopelessly distracting, and I began to develop a new appreciation for celebrities and what they had to go through every time they went out in public. Being stared at was hard to ignore. It sort of made you feel like a monkey in a zoo. Only, I’d put myself in this cage, hadn’t I?
    By the time the bell rang for lunch, all I could think about was escaping. Instead of sauntering down the hallway and letting my hips sway back and forth like earlier, I found myself power walking beyond the cafeteria, to Ms. Zia’s office. I skipped the Monkey Business and headed straight for her door.Only, when I was about halfway there, my path was blocked.
    I stopped short to keep from running straight