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“Yo,” Vanessa said, picking up the phone. She was getting ready to
go out with her sister and her friends, and she was wearing a black
bra, black jeans, and her Doc Martens. She didn’t have any clean
black shirts left, and her sister was trying to convince her to wear a
red one.
“Hi. Is that Vanessa Abrams?” a girl’s voice said on the other end of
the phone.
“Yes. Who’s this?” Vanessa said, standing in front of her bedroom
mirror and holding the red shirt up to her chest. She hadn’t worn
any color but black in two years. Why should she start now?
Please. It’s not like wearing a red shirt was going turn her into a
bouncy cheerleader with blond pigtails. She’d have to be
brainwashed for that to happen.
“It’s Serena van der Woodsen.”
Vanessa stopped looking at herself and threw the shirt on her bed.
“Oh,” she said. “What’s up?”
“Well,” Serena said. “I totally understand why you wanted to cast
Marjorie. You know, for your film? But you seem to really know what
you’re doing, and I really need the extracurricular or Ms. Glos is
going to kill me. So I thought I’d try to make my own movie.”
“Uh huh,” Vanessa said, trying to figure out why Serena van der
Woodsen of all people would be calling her up on a Friday night.
Didn’t she have a ball to go to or something? Some fête?
“So anyway, I was wondering if maybe you could help me. You
know, like show me how to use the camera, and whatever. I mean, I
really don’t know what I’m doing,” Serena said. She sighed. “I don’t
know, maybe making a film is a dumb idea. It’s probably a lot
harder than I think.”
“It’s not dumb,” Vanessa said, feeling kind of sorry for Serena
despite herself. “I can show you some of the basic stuff.”
“Really?” Serena said. She sounded thrilled. “How about tomorrow?
Can you do it tomorrow?”
Saturday was Vanessa’s vampire day. She usually woke up after
dark and then went to the diner or to the movies with her sister or
Dan.
“Sunday is better,” she said.
“Okay. Sunday,” Serena said. “You probably have a lot of equipment
and stuff at your house, right? Why don’t I come over there, so you
don’t have to lug it around.”
“Sounds good,” Vanessa said.
“Okay,” Serena said. She paused. She didn’t seem very eager to
hang up the phone.
“Hey, isn’t that big party in the old Barneys building tonight?”