Simply Alice
Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
Life After Patrick
It isn’t Alice and Patrick anymore; it’s simply Alice, and much to her surprise, Alice is finding that’s okay. In fact, working on the school play and becoming increasingly involved in the newspaper have Alice so busy she doesn’t have much time for her best friends Pamela and Elizabeth—and they resent it.
And if Alice ever needed friends, she needs them now. She’s got a secret e-mail admirer she’s not sure how to handle. Her brother, Lester, is plunging headlong into a risky romance with a professor. And her new friend, Faith, seems unable to break free of an abusive relationship with her boyfriend. It’s not simple being simply Alice.
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PHYLLIS REYNOLDS NAYLOR is the author of more than one hundred books, but the Alice books are some of her most favorite to write. She has a photographic memory of her teenage years, and knows both the heartache of breaking up with a boy and the excitement of finding herself on her own with a lot of choices before her. She lives in Bethesda, Maryland, with her husband Rex, and they are the parents of two grown sons. She enjoys communicating with readers on the Alice website: http://series.simonandschuster.com/Alice.
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Simply Alice
Books by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
Witch’s Sister
Witch Water
The Witch Herself
Walking Through the Dark
How I Came to Be a Writer
How Lazy Can You Get?
Eddie, Incorporated
All Because I’m Older
Shadows on the Wall
Faces in the Water
Footprints at the Window
The Boy with the Helium Head
A String of Chances
The Solomon System
Bernie Magruder and the Case of the Big Stink
Night Cry
Old Sadie and the Christmas Bear
The Dark of the Tunnel
The Agony of Alice
The Keeper
Bernie Magruder and the Disappearing Bodies
The Year of the Gopher
Beetles, Lightly Toasted
Maudie in the Middle
One of the Third Grade Thonkers
Alice in Rapture, Sort Of
Keeping a Christmas Secret
Bernie Magruder and the Haunted Hotel
Send No Blessings
Reluctantly Alice
King of the Playground
Shiloh
All but Alice
Josie’s Troubles
The Grand Escape
Alice in April
Bernie Magruder and the Drive-Thru Funeral
Alice In-Between
The Fear Place
Alice the Brave
Being Danny’s Dog
Ice
Bernie Magruder and the Bus Station Blowup
Alice in Lace
Shiloh Season
Ducks Disappearing
Outrageously Alice
The Healing of Texas Jake
I Can’t Take You Anywhere
Saving Shiloh
Bernie Magruder and the Pirate’s Treasure
Achingly Alice
Danny’s Desert Rats
Sang Spell
Sweet Strawberries
Alice on the Outside
Walker’s Crossing
Jade Green
Bernie Magruder and the Parachute Peril
The Grooming of Alice
Carlotta’s Kittens and the Club of Mysteries
Alice Alone
Please Do Feed the Bears
Simply Alice
Blizzard’s Wake
Starting with Alice
Bernie Magruder and the Bats in the Belfry
Patiently Alice
Alice in Blunderland
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First Simon Pulse edition November 2003
Text copyright © 2002 by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
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Simply Alice / Phyllis Reynolds Naylor.—1st. ed.
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Summary: In her freshman year, fourteen-year-old Alice experiences changes and challenges with friends, family, and school activities, which leave her feeling better about herself than ever before.
ISBN 0-689-82635-4
[1. Interpersonal relations—Fiction. 2. Brothers and sisters—Fiction. 3. High schools—Fiction. 4. Schools—Fiction. 5. Theater—Fiction].
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ISBN 13: 978-1-4391-1591-6 (ebook)
To the one and only Claudia Mills
Contents
Chapter One: The Second Half
Chapter Two: Cay
Chapter Three: Heart of Gold
Chapter Four: Behind the Curtain
Chapter Five: Out of the Woodwork
Chapter Six: Spring Surprises
Chapter Seven: Conversation
Chapter Eight: Production
Chapter Nine: Clearing the Air
Chapter Ten: The Girl in White
Chapter Eleven: The Color Purple
Chapter Twelve: Tony and Tina
Chapter Thirteen: The Instructor Flap
Chapter Fourteen: Changes
Chapter Fifteen: Sylvia
Simply Alice
1
The Second Half
The thing about the second semester of ninth grade is you’re not so scared anymore. You know how everything works—your locker, the cafeteria line, the buses, grading points—and you don’t go to school every day with your heart in your mouth, expecting to be humiliated half out of your mind.
Which, of course, makes it all the worse when it happens. Wearing an ankle-length beige skirt with a long-sleeved cotton T-shirt, I was coming out of the cafeteria with my two best friends, Elizabeth Price and Pamela Jones, heading for P.E. on the ground floor. I’d had a hugely busy morning, starting with a meeting of the newspaper staff before school, and I still hadn’t had a chance to duck into a rest room. After the big glass of orange juice I’d drunk for breakfast, and now the can of Sprite for lunch, I was in agony.
“Hey, guys, I’ve really, really got to go,” I said as we started toward the stairs. I could only walk in tiny, mincing steps.
“We’ll be in the locker room in three minutes,” Elizabeth said.
“I can’t wait three minutes,” I told her, looking around as we approached the stairs. “I thought there was a rest room on this floor, maybe jus
t beyond …”
What happened next was like a home movie on fast-forward. We must have been closer to the top step than I thought, because I was still looking around when suddenly I felt my body plunging forward, my books flying out in front of me.
I heard Elizabeth scream, “Oh, Alice!” and someone else shout, “Grab her!” and I could see the guys on the lower level look our way, but I was tumbling down the stairs, trying to grasp the railing as I went, and came to a stop on the second from the last step.
“Oh, my gosh!” Pamela yelled. “Are you hurt?”
I was pretty shaken, but within a few seconds I knew I wasn’t hurt, not seriously—just bumps and bruises. My pride, mostly. I’d cut one knee, and my cheekbone stung. What I was conscious of was that my underwear and thighs were soaked, and it just kept coming. It was like someone had pulled a plug and I couldn’t stop.
A tall senior had one hand under my back and another under my legs, and was lifting me to a standing position. “You okay?” he kept asking.
I wanted desperately for the earth to swallow me up, never to be seen again.
He must have felt the dampness because I saw him look behind me, like maybe I was broken and bleeding, and then he said gently, “My, my, my! That did scare the … uh … daylights out of you, didn’t it?” He winked and walked away with the other guys, who didn’t know what he was smiling about, and by that time Pamela and Elizabeth had reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Hide me,” I choked.
“What? Are you all right? Are you hurt?” Elizabeth asked.
And then Pamela turned me around. “My gosh, Alice! You …” Trust Pamela to burst out laughing.
I backed up against the wall while kids stopped to pick up the pages of my three-ring notebook that were scattered all over the stairs. Then Pamela, walking ahead of me, and Elizabeth, walking behind, got me to the gym, and while the other girls played volleyball, I rinsed out my underwear and the back of my skirt, and held them under the blower to dry.
“Can anything be more humiliating than that?” I asked Elizabeth when we were showering later.
“You could have thrown up, too, while you were at it,” she said.
At dinner that night, Dad said, “Al, what on earth happened to you?”
The left side of my face was bruised and swollen where I’d bumped against the stair rail. My real name is Alice Kathleen McKinley, but Dad and Lester, my twenty-two-year-old brother, call me Al.
“The most embarrassing thing that could possibly happen to a human being, that’s all,” I said, and launched into the whole dramatic story of how this handsome senior had knelt down to help me up and had felt my wet skirt. “Nothing in the world could be more awful than that,” I repeated.
“Wrong,” said Lester, passing the lentils and sausage, which, for anyone who cares to know, looks like mud. “He could have gathered you up in his arms, clutched your body to his, gazed into your eyes, and then you wet your pants.”
“Well, believe it or not, there are some things in life worse than humiliation,” said Dad. He, of course, means death and dying and wars and starvation, but it’s sort of hard to think about those things when you’re tumbling down a flight of stairs and losing control of your bladder at the same time.
I guess it’s natural that my dad sees the serious side of life, because my mom died when I was in kindergarten, and I suppose you never get over something like that. But now he’s engaged to my seventh-grade English teacher, Miss Summers, and he’s the happiest I’ve ever known him to be, even though she’s on a teacher-exchange program in England.
“So other than using the school stairs as a toilet, how was your day?” Lester asked me.
“Well, a nice thing did happen,” I said. “Since I’m one of the freshmen roving reporters for The Edge, and I’m also part of the stage crew for our spring musical, I’m supposed to write three articles on ‘behind the scenes of a school production.’ That should be fun.”
“That’s a great assignment,” said Dad. “What musical?”
“Fiddler on the Roof.”
“Oh, I like that one. Wonderful music!” Dad said.
“So what do you do, Al? Pull the curtain?” asked Les.
“All sorts of stuff,” I told him. “Scene changes, props, costumes—wherever I’m needed.”
“I’m glad to see you expand yourself a little. This may turn out to be a good year for you after all,” said Dad.
What he means, of course, is that I may not go to pieces or jump off a bridge or anything, just because Patrick and I broke up this last fall. Not that I would ever let somebody else make me so miserable that I’d do that. But it sure hadn’t been an easy fall, watching Patrick and Penny, the “new girl in town,” kissing around school and doing all the things together that Patrick and I used to do.
But I’m trying to pay more attention to other people and not be so self-centered. So I turned to Lester and said, “How was your day?”
“Interesting,” he said. “I had coffee with one of my philosophy instructors.”
“The babe?” I said, knowing that one of his teachers was really attractive, or so he’d told me. “I thought faculty weren’t supposed to date students.”
“Did I say ‘date’? I said ‘coffee,’ Al. We talked… . Besides, she’s not actually a professor, just an adjunct instructor. She’d like to be a regular member of the faculty, though, and she’s got the brains to do it.”
“You flirted, I’ll bet,” I said.
“That’s not a felony. It’s not even a misdemeanor.”
“So … how old is she?” I wanted to know.
“A year or two older than I am, I suppose.”
“Watch it, Les,” I said, and grinned.
Dad was smiling, too. “Well, I had a letter from Sylvia today, and we’re looking at July twenty-eighth to get married.”
That was about the best news I’d had in two years. Two years of trying to connect the beautiful Sylvia Summers with my dad, and now they were really, truly, officially engaged, except that she didn’t have a diamond or anything. Didn’t even want one, Dad said.
“That’s fabulous, Dad!” I said excitedly. “I hope she has ten bridesmaids and a symphony orchestra.”
He laughed. “A simple little ceremony, Al, for family and friends. That’s just the way we want it.”
I guess, since it’s their wedding, they can have whatever they want, but after working so hard to get them to fall in love, I thought we deserved an orchestra. A chamber quartet, anyway.
I was about as busy as I could imagine myself being, now that they were starting auditions for Fiddler on the Roof. The stage crew met three times a week after school, and it would become every day when we got closer to production. Actually the stage crew was divided up into lots of little crews, but most of us were on more than one—lighting, sound, sets, costumes, makeup, props, publicity… .
The real surprise was when Pamela told me she was dropping out of the drama club. I couldn’t believe it. She’s always talked about wanting to be an actress or a model, and she’d had the lead in our sixth-grade play.
“Why?” I asked, when she told me.
“I didn’t know it was going to be a musical, and I don’t think my voice is good enough for a leading role,” she said.
“But you could be in the chorus, Pam! Or you could work behind the scenes. There’s always something you could do.”
“I don’t want the chorus and I don’t want to work behind the scenes. If I try out and don’t make it, Mr. Ellis will remember that when I audition next year or the year after that. When I try out for the first time, I want to knock his socks off, and I can tell I’m not that good yet. I don’t want a second-rate part. I want a major role.”
I couldn’t understand the feeling, never having wanted to be the center of attention that much.
“So I’m going to take voice lessons,” Pamela finished. “Dad’s already found a teacher for me and signed me up. But, listen! Elizabeth
’s got this great idea!”
We were on the bus going home, all squeezed together on one seat. Liz was by the window, I was in the middle, and Pam was on the end.
Pamela and Elizabeth were smiling. “Why don’t the three of us sign up together as junior consultants for Tiddly Winks this spring!”
“Tiddly Winks?” I said in surprise. Tiddly Winks was an inexpensive earring store that had recently expanded to include accessories of all kinds—hair stuff, hats, scarves, belts, shawls, necklaces… . I tried to imagine myself a junior consultant. “What do you do?”
“It sounds really fun,” Elizabeth assured me. “They’re having a big promotion to advertise the new stuff in the store, and they want people to come in for a color and bone-structure analysis.”
“We’re supposed to do that?” I said. “What do I know about bone structure?”
“No, the professionals do that. Then they tell us what category the customer is in—like, she’s a ‘spring’ or an ‘autumn,’ and ‘angular’ or ‘round,’ and then we show them all the colors and styles in her category.”
“The thing is,” Pamela continued, “we get points for every friend we bring in and points for every dollar each of our customers spends. When we get a certain number of points, we get free earrings or something.”
“We’re going to do it two evenings a week and on Sunday afternoons through the end of March,” said Elizabeth. “We can all ride to the mall together.”
I was beginning to feel squeezed in, and not just because I was sitting in the middle. “Hey, guys, I can’t!” I said. “Between the Melody Inn on Saturdays and the newspaper and the stage crew, I’m stretched about as far as I can get already!”
“So give up the stage crew,” said Pamela.
“What?”
“We joined the drama club together,” she reminded me, “and now that I’m not going to try out, why don’t you do Tiddly Winks with us? It’s not as though you’ve got one of the major parts or anything. C’mon! Just tell them you don’t want to do it, and sign up with Liz and me. We’re going down tomorrow.”
“I can’t!” I croaked. “I already said I’d do it. I’ve been assigned to sets, props, and publicity.”
