We'd finally made it to seventh grade, and it looked like the Unicorn Club was history. The trouble began when Jessica Wakefield and Lila Fowler started a dare war to decide who would be the next president.
Jessica got caught stealing the principal's hairpiece, and we all got sentenced to working thirty hours in a day-care center with ten screaming little brats.
That was when the Unicorn Club started to change in wayts you'd never expect. Life isn't all makeovers and gossip and boys, y'know. But just when we'd finally changed our ways, Mr. Clark, the principal, handed down the final punishment - the Unicorn Club was dissolved for good.
I guess Mr. Clark didn't know that Unicorns never gice up!
I was embarrased to be a Unicorn . . .
I was on my way to the cafeteria when I heard the big roar of laughter. There was a group of kids standing outside the cafeteria door. And when I got closer, I saw what was causing the commotion.
Hanging from the doorknob was a forlorn-looking furry object. My heart sank.
That's right. You guessed it.
A toupee.
Jessica and Lila were whooping and dancing around like a couple of Apaches, and making jokes about scalping the principal.
"They did it," Ellen shouted gleefully. "They got into Mr. Clark's office and snatched it. But they had to do it together so I guess the dare war is still isn't over."
Lila and Jessica high-fived each other.
I looked away. I didn't think it was funny at all anymore. I was just opening my mouth to tell them so when I heard this horrible sound.
It was the sound of a throat being cleared.
Everybody heard it at the same time. One by one, every face registered shock - and then fear. Ellen's face went white and Mary's eyes got huge.
Slowly, painfuly, we all turned and saw something I'd never expected to see in my whole life.
Mr. Clark - bald!