Look out SVU!
Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield have always dreamed about the day they'd go off to college. They had no idea that day would come the summer after sixth grade, when they enroll in a 2-week program at Sweet Valley University!
Elizabeth is thrilled to study Romantic poetry. And when she meets Ethan Williams, a totally cute teaching assistant, she has the feeling the class will be even more romantic than she thought. Jessica thinks everything about college life is perfect...except for Susan, her obnoxious roommate. Jessica wishes Susan would get lost...and she does. In fact, Susan disappears from SVU completely!
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"You poor thing," Mandy Miller muttered. She gave Jessica a brief hug and handed her a black-edged envelope.
It was the day before Jessica and Elizabeth were to leave for their summer study course. The Unicorns were having a slumber party at Jessica's house, and Mandy was the first guest to arrive. Frowning, Jessica slit open the envelope. "With Deepest Sympathy," she read, pulling out the card inside. "Mandy--what is this?"
Mandy didn't crack a smile. "A sympathy card," she explained. "Open it."
A sympathy card? That's what you sent someone when they died, right? Jessica furrowed her brow and flicked the card open. There was a message printed in flowing script on the inside, along with a tasteful picture of pastel-colored roses. "I don't get it," she said, scratching her head.
Mandy nodded solemnly. "Read the message," she suggested. "I heard about your--uh, sad news."
Huh? Jessica stared at her friend. "That's an, um, an interesting outfit," she said, stepping back to see it better. Mandy was dressed in black from head to foot, with a black cape hanging over a black sweatsuit and a little square black hat perched precariously on her head. On anybody else, the clothes might have looked ridiculous, but Mandy had style. "But--why all black?"
"Read the message." Mandy's face was expressionless.
Jessica shrugged and looked down at the card. "At this sad time in your life, know that your friends will always be with you," she read aloud. The card was signed by all the Unicorns--Lila, Mandy, Mary Wallace, Janet Howell, Ellen Riteman, and the rest.
"Well, we won't be with you, exactly," Mandy said, "but you'll be in our thoughts, anyway. Hey, guys?" she called behind her.
Jessica blinked. All her friends stood up from behind the shrubbery and came toward the Wakefields' front door. Every one of them was wearing black too.
"We heard you were going off to a summer program," Mandy said, smiling for the first time, "and we thought we'd stop by to extend our deepest sympathy."
"You're so lucky," Elizabeth's friend Amy Sutton said. She sat on Elizabeth's bed and swung her legs over the side.
Elizabeth grinned. Amy was helping her pack for the summer program. "I know it," she said. She couldn't wait to get to SVU tomorrow. "I'm really, really psyched."
"You'll be learning neat stuff," Amy went on, picking up a pile of unmatched socks, "and I'll be going crazy here at home."
"Oh it won't be that bad," Elizabeth said. But she felt a twinge of guilt. "I mean, there's the beach, and the mall, and stuff like that."
"The beach and the mall," Amy said dolefully, "which will be taken over with Unicorns. Except your sister, that is."
Elizabeth laughed. She had been invited to join the Unicorns once, but she had turned them down. While she liked some of them individually, she thought they were just a little too shallow when they all got together. Well, OK, a lot too shallow. Privately she and Amy called them the "Snob Squad." "You don't like hearing Janet Howell and Lila Fowler squealing all over the place?" she asked, feigning surprise.
"In your dreams." Amy rolled two yellow socks together and tossed them into Elizabeth's duffel bag. "You'd better write me every day," she threatened.
Elizabeth smiled. "Every day," she promised. "Unless I have, like, mega-homework."
"What class are you going to take?" Amy wanted to know.
"I don't know yet," Elizabeth admitted. "Not for sure, anyway. There are so many choices." Her copy of the course catalog was on her desk. She'd already marked six or seven classes with stars. "Let's see...Cruising the Internet, or maybe What Really Happened to the Titanic? Or there's something about connecting math and art, and then there's always Romantic Poetry."
"Romantic Poetry," Amy echoed, locating two blue socks. She winked at Elizabeth. "Hey, that sounds pretty cool."
Elizabeth felt her cheeks grow hot. "Not that kind of romantic," she said defensively. "Romantic with a capital R. It's a whole bunch of poets who wrote in a certain style, about specific subjects--nature and people's relationship to it, that sort of thing." Plus, they wrote about death a lot too, she reminded herself, but she decided not to say so. "Remember when we read some of them in English class last year?"
"Not really," Amy admitted. "But, you know, Elizabeth, college can be a very romantic place. Without a capital R. My parents met when they were at college."
"Did they?" Elizabeth debated whether to take a green T-shirt with the names of all her fifth-grade classmates or a red one with a yogurt company's logo emblazoned across the front. Better bring the yogurt one, she decided, folding it neatly. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah." Amy stopped rolling socks and grinned. "Mom's from Sweet Valley, right? And Dad's from Chicago. When they met each other for the first time, it was, like, this little party in some dormitory room. Mom found out that Dad was from Chicago, and she got all snotty and said that L.A. was way nicer. Dad got mad and told her that Chicago was, you know, totally cool, and L.A. was a zoo."
Elizabeth scratched her head. "But if that was how they met, then how--"
"Well, it wasn't exactly love at first sight," Amy admitted. "But then they were in a logic class together the next year, and they used to go around driving all their friends crazy by proving that ham sandwiches are better than eternal happiness. Something like that anyway." She waved her hand carelessly in the air.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "Weird," she said. It seemed like a strange start for a romance.
"And the rest is history!" Amy concluded. She picked up a couple more socks. "So romance is in the air at college," she said meaningfully. "How about you? Where did your parents meet?"
"They met in college too," Elizabeth admitted. "At SVU. But back then it was still called the College of Southern California." She could practically recite the list of all the places that were important to them--the auditorium at the science building where they'd seen movies after dinner; the college bookstore; the coffeehouse that served enormous cookies.
"See?" Amy was triumphant. She put on a fake accent and chanted, "Romance is in zee air. Ro-mance ees een zee air."
"Oh stop it," Elizabeth said, feeling a little embarrassed. "It's only for two weeks, and anyway, I'm not going to have time for romance. I'll be too busy with my work."
Amy snickered. "Whatever you say, Elizabeth," she said, "but if you see some cute guy across the lecture hall, promise you'll at least catch his eye." She nudged her friend in the side.
Elizabeth smiled. "I promise," she said.
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