Authors: Sheryl Berk
Step It Up
To my bestie Holly Gates Russell
You are my rock
Love, Sherelle
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3 The Name Game
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5 Seeing Double
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7 Roll with It
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9 Toni's Test
Sibling Rivalry
Scarlett Borden rummaged through her dresser drawer searching for a pair of pink ballet tights for class. She was sure she'd seen them in there just yesterday. There were leg warmers, shorts, harem pants â¦
“Mom,” she called. “Did you take my pink mesh tights?”
Her mother poked her head into Scarlett's room. She had a handful of student papers she was grading, and her reading glasses were perched on the tip of her nose.
“Honey, why would I take your tights?” she
said and sighed. “Do I look like one of the Dance Divas to you?”
Scarlett had to chuckle. The image of her mom on a girls competitive dance team was pretty silly. She could just imagine her trying to do a
grand jeté
with bent knees across their kitchen!
“Um, guess not,” Scarlett answered. “No offense ⦔
“None taken,” her mother replied. “My feet hurt enough from standing in front of a classroom all day. I can't imagine being
en pointe
!”
Scarlett continued searching in her dance bag. “I just can't understand where they could have gone. I swear I had them when Gracie came in my room and asked me to help get her Monopoly game from the closet.”
Just then, a thought popped into Scarlett's head: Where had Gracie been while she was climbing on a step stool to reach the top shelf of the hall closet?
“Excuse me, Mom,” Scarlett said. “I think I know who took my tights.”
She stormed into Gracie's bedroom. Her little sister was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a pile of Barbie dolls.
“Shhh!”
Gracie held up a finger to her lips. “This is the final round of the Miss Beautiful Doll Pageant. It's the interview.”
She waved a Barbie in the air and pretended to speak for her in a Southern twang. “Y'all should vote for me! If I'm crowned Miss Beautiful Doll, I will save all the trees and the oceans. Oh, and the pigs!” She held up her favorite plush pink pig, Petunia, the one she tucked into bed every night.
Scarlett shook her head. “I didn't know pigs were endangered.”
“Hello? Do you know how many people eat pork chops and bacon?” Gracie replied. “I vow to save all the piggies of the world!”
Scarlett had just about enough of Gracie's silly games. “I want my tights back,” she insisted and held out her palm. “Now.”
“I don't have your tights, Scoot,” Gracie said. “What would I want with your dumb old tights anyway?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Scarlett caught a glimpse of one of Gracie's dolls. She was wearing a makeshift pink strapless gown, dotted with red nail-polish polka dots. It looked vaguely familiar.
“Is that â¦?” she began, and reached for the doll.
“No!” Gracie scooped it up before she could get to it. She hid it behind her back.
“Gracie, let me see that doll's dress,” Scarlett said, gritting her teeth.
“Nuh-uh!” Gracie insisted. “I worked really hard on that pageant gown. You can't have it.”
Scarlett knew it was no use trying to wrestle it out of her hands. Gracie was quickâand slippery. She needed to be smart.
“Okay, whatever,” she said. “I don't want your doll.”
“You don't?” Gracie asked.
“Nope. I want Petunia!” She grabbed Gracie's favorite stuffed animal and held it high in the air. “Hand over the Barbie or Petunia takes a swim in the toilet bowl.”
“You wouldn't!” Gracie howled. “I'll tell!”
“Tell all you want. She'll be soaking wet and flushed by then.”
“Mommy!” Gracie yelled.
Scarlett walked toward the doorway. “I hope Petunia knows how to piggy paddle ⦔
“Okay! Okay!” Gracie finally gave in. “You can have the doll. Just give me back my pig.”
They swapped, and Scarlett took a close look at the doll's dress. It was pink meshâjust like her tights. “Gracie, how could you?” Scarlett gasped. “You cut up my tights?”
Gracie nibbled her nails. “I needed something pretty for the evening-gown round,” she said. “You can have 'em back.” She handed Scarlett the tights she had hidden under her bed. One foot was missing.
“What am I supposed to do with those now? I can't wear that to class with Miss Toni!”
Scarlett's dance teacher freaked if she had a single snag in her tights. She couldn't imagine what she'd think of a pair missing an entire foot.
“You are
so
buying me a new pair!” Scarlett shouted.
“I don't have any money!”
“What about your piggy bank?” Scarlett asked. “Gram always fills it with spare change when she comes to visit.”
Gracie stamped her feet. “That's
my
money. I'm saving up for a Barbie Beach Cruiser.”
This time it was Scarlett's turn to tattle. “Mom!” she called downstairs. “Gracie ruined my ballet tights!”
“Work it out, girls,” their mother shouted from her home office. She was up to her ears in papers that needed to be graded.
“You're too old to be playing with Barbies!” Scarlett shouted at her sister. “Dolls are for babies.”
“I'm not a baby!” Gracie yelled.
“You're a baby ⦠and a tights thief,” Scarlett fired back.
“Oh yeah? Well, you don't even know what I did with your red leotard!”
Scarlett gasped. “My red leotard? The one I wore for the âGotta Have Heart' number at Rising Stars?” She remembered it well: it was a beautiful crimson velvet with gold studs around the neckline. She'd taken first place in the Junior Solo category when she wore it. “You'd better not have put my leotard on some stupid Barbie!”
Gracie smiled. “I didn't put it on a Barbie.” She pointed to the corner of her room where she had staged a procession of dolls walking on a red carpet.
“You cut up my leotard to make a red carpet?” Scarlett fumed. “Gracie, this is the last straw!” She began chasing her little sister around the room. Gracie screamed.
“Okay, that's enough!” Their mother appeared in the doorway to referee. “You girls have got to learn to stop fighting!”
She turned to Gracie. “You will pay your sister back for her tights and leotard out of your allowance,” she said sternly. “As long as it takes you to do so.”
“And you,” she said, facing Scarlett, “will stop picking on Gracie.”
Both girls pouted.
“Now if you don't mind, I have papers to grade.” She looked at her watch. “And Scarlett, you have fifteen minutes to get to ballet class.”
“Without tights?” Scarlett sighed. “Miss Toni is going to kill me!”
The Queen of the Team
Scarlett made it to ballet class just seconds before her teacher shut the door of studio 3.
“Sorry, Miss Toni,” she said, panting. She silently prayed Miss Toni wouldn't notice that her tights were “mocha” and not “theater pink.”
Toni furrowed her brow. If there was one thing she couldn't tolerate, it was tardiness. “Start stretching,” she told Scarlett. “Everyone else is warmed up already.”
Scarlett took her place at the
barre
next to Anya, Rochelle, Bria, and Liberty. Rochelle shot her a concerned look.
“Don't ask,” Scarlett whispered. “Hurricane Gracie turned my tights and leotard into a
Project Runway
episode.”
Rochelle laughed. “I know it's not funny ⦠but it's kinda funny.”
“We're just lucky she's not old enough to be in pointe class with us,” Anya said.
Tell me about it
, Scarlett thought. It was hard enough having a pesky little sister at home. But Gracie was also an official member of the Dance Divas Elite Competition Team, and that meant that every day, at every rehearsal for a competition, she was there to drive her crazy. Her only Gracie-free zone was the more advanced pointe class.
“Straighten that supporting knee!” Toni barked as Scarlett ran through the warm-up. “Tuck your butt in and stand up straight in that roll-up!” Scarlett glanced in the mirror: her arch
did
look less than spectacular. And she struggled to keep up with the combination. “Scarlett, are you on another planet today?” Toni said. “Those feet should be in fifth position!”
By the end of the class, Scarlett had fallen into sync with the others, but Toni was still eyeing her. “You're all dismissedâexcept for Scarlett,” she said.
“Uh-oh,” Bria whispered. “That's never a good thing.”
“Maybe she wants to talk to you about a solo at Dance Fusion?” Anya suggested. Scarlett had almost forgotten about their competition two weeks from Saturday. Toni had yet to tell any of them the details of what they'd be dancingâonly that their rival team, City Feet, would be competing as well.
“Maybe she wants to kick your butt off the team?” Liberty smirked.
Scarlett gulped. Miss Toni had been pretty hard on her the entire class. Was she mad enough to ban her from the next competition? Or worse, from being a Diva? She was always threatening to replace anyone who didn't “toe the line.”
“Miss Toni loves you,” Rochelle assured her. “You're our best dancer!”
Liberty picked up her dance bag and tossed it
over her shoulder. “You mean she
used
to be our best dancer. Now that title belongs to me.”