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Informationen zum Autor Jessica Burkhart (a.k.a. Jessica Ashley) is the author of the Unicorn Magic, Saddlehill Academy, and Canterwood Crest series, which you can learn more about at CanterwoodCrest.com. She is a former equestrian who writes from her apartment in Tennessee. (It’s not the size of Crystal Castle, but Jess tries to decorate like a princess!) Jess’s aura would be hot pink and she loves glittery things. If she had a unicorn, it would be named Sparkle. Visit Jess at JessicaBurkhart.com. Klappentext In the concluding entry in this four-book story arc! readers will find out whether Sasha Silver takes the reins as Canterwood Crest's Queen Bee. Leseprobe Unfriendly Competition 1 TWO WEEKS NOTICE “WILL THE FOLLOWING STUDENTS PLEASE report to the headmistress’ office: Heather Fox, Alison Robb, Julia Myer, and Sasha Silver.” The loudspeaker silenced and I jerked up my head. Why was I being called to the office? My palms instantly started to sweat and my pink, sparkly Bic pen became slick in my fingers as I kept scribbling in my math notebook, hoping I’d imagined the announcement. “Sasha, go ahead,” Ms. Utz said. “I’ll be sure one of your classmates fills you in about the weekend’s homework.” Um, guess not. “I’ll get your homework,” Brit whispered, leaning toward me. Her almond-shaped eyes were framed by nervous, pushed-together eyebrows, but I could tell she was trying to hide her worry. Probably to help me from getting more scared than I already was. “Text me when you’re out of Drake’s office—I know you’ll be fine.” I nodded, gathering my notebook, pen, textbook, and butter-soft brown messenger bag that I’d borrowed from Brit. As my BFF and roomie, she had calmed me a little. But note: only a little. I slung my bag over my shoulder, stepping around desks, and walked out of the math classroom, closing the door behind me. The second I got outside, my phone buzzed. It was a BlackBerry Messenger conversation. And Alison, Julia, and Heather were already talking. The Trio wasn’t wasting a second dissecting the sitch before we got to Headmistress Drake’s. I opened the talk. Alison Robb: Why r we being called? Julia Myer: Who knows. We didn’t do ANYTHING. Don’t worry. Heather Fox: ’Course we didn’t. Silver? Where r u? Were u wearing earplugs when the impossibly-loud announcement was made? Geez! I started typing. Sasha Silver: I heard it, H. I’m in math and on the way 2 the admin bldg. Where r u guys? Wanna meet up and go 2gether? Heather Fox: We def should. Let’s all meet at the courtyard ASAP. Alison Robb: K. Glad 2 go w u guys. Nervous. Julia Myer: BRT. I closed the conversation and shoved my cotton-candy-pink BlackBerry into my bag. I pushed open the glass door of the math building and hurried out into the early November air. It was already cold outside, but anxiety made me even chillier. I tugged down my scarlet-colored cable-knit sweater and buttoned my black wool coat, shoving my hands in the pockets. I made my way across the empty campus and hurried to the courtyard. The cobblestone circle with its fountain and stone benches was only a couple of minutes from the admin building. Boots clicked on the cobblestones, arms looped together, Heather and Alison walked up to me. “Any idea what this is about?” I asked, assuming that if anyone knew anything it would be Heather Fox.
