Fabulous Five 027 - the Scapegoat
“It smelled delicious. The only problem was that Christie was so depressed, she wasn't sure she could eat it.
In the dining room at St. Margaret's, the youngest girls sat at one end of the room, and the oldest girls at the other. Girls entered St.
Meg's when they were five and went until they were eighteen. A teacher sat at the head of each table to keep order. Christie made her way toward the table in the middle of the room, where her class was seated.
As usual Nicki had everyone's attention. "I thought I'd get a bike helmet instead of a hunt cap. It would probably protect my noggin just as well, and a jazzy-looking helmet with red stripes on it would add a little zing to Connie's horseback-riding party. Might shake up the old aristocracy a bit, too." Laughter rippled along the dining table.
Christie even thought she saw a twinkle in Miss Woolsey's eye.
"Why the sad puss?" Phoebe asked Christie.
Christie hadn't realized her feelings were showing. "Oh . . . no reason." She tried to smile.
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