The minute I saw her I thought, NO WAY.
No way is this hirl going to make it on this track team. This little Jessica Wakefield wasn't going to want to MESS UP her perfect blond hair, much less get all sweaty and smelly running the way you have to run in order to win.
I usually give that type five days to quit. I gave Jessica three.
Was I ever WRONG.

"We'll probably get back late," Lacey went on. "All I need is for you to handle a call from my dad. If he phones your house, tell him the team went out to eat and everybody's doing homework at your house."
I thought about it for a moment. "What if he wants to speak to you?"
"He won't," she replied. She sounded absolutely sure. "I'm counting on you to be cool about this - Jessy with the messy golden hair," she added. "So how did you like Rocky?"
"He's cute," I said. And my only excuse to see him was Lacey.
"You know, if you had gotten me that team shirt, tomorrow's escape would have been a lot easier to pull off," Lacey said.
I just followed her through the park gates silently. Nothing had been wasy since the day I'd started at junior high. And I was pretty sure tomorrow wasn't going to be any different.