You won't believe it - Daddy is selling Fowler Mansion! I'm talking about the house I've lived in my whole life! And to make matters worse, Rachel Grant, who has to be the snobbiest, nastiest girl in the world, is moving into my room. In fact, she's already begun redecorating. (As if her taste could possibly compete with mine.)
Well, Rachel may think she's the hottest thing to hit Sweet Valley, but I know she's hiding something. I'm going to get the dirt on her . . . and prove that she's no rival for moi.
After all, a Unicorn is good at two things: gossip and revenge.

Lila threw open the latch to the pool gate - and stopped short.
In the center of the pool, a girl was floating lazily on one of Lila's rafts. Her eyes were closed, and she cradled a can of soda between her arm and chest. Lila had never seen the girl before in her entire life.
"Hello?" she called uncertainly. "Like, um, what are you doing in my pool?"
The girl opened an eye and stared coldly at Lila.
What do you think you're doing?" Lila demanded. "And who do you think you are, anyway?"
The girl took a swig of soda and tossed the empty can over her shoulder. "I think I'm Rachel," she sarcastically, making no move to turn the raft around and get the can. "And I think I'm floating in my pool."
Her pool? Lila blinked. Had this girl escaped from the looney bin, or what? "You're, like, seriously mistaken," she said. "Seeing as how it's my pool." But even as she spoke, a terrible feeling began to creep into her stomach. This could not be happening . . .

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