I lurnt that gambuhling is very wrong. Just look at what it is dueing to Nahny.

I yawned, writing papers about lessons that I have learned is so stale. Unfortunately SMS likes to make you do things like that an awful lot. I sat there chewing on the end of my pen trying to think of what to say .I know, Ewww. Dawn would love to lecture me about bacteria counts and how I was killing small microscopic organisms with my saliva and no doubt doing irreversible environmental damage. But her new friend Riv was toasty (another word for hot). He had been staring at my lucky rabbit foot purse after breakfast. Perhaps he was jealous of it, a lot of people in Vegas seem jealous of my divine fashion sense.

We didn't have much time left in Vegas. I had nothing to show for our time there , the chaperones had even confiscated my art supplies after the little id card incident. I really shouldn't waste it sitting in the stuffy old hotel suite should I?

After I got dressed I went down to the lobby to see if I could find anyone to hang out with. Mallory was actually attempting to hide behind a potted plant. Please, I could spot her frizz and polka dotted leggings from a mile away. I had to wonder why security wasn't making a file on HER. I probably wouldn't ask them that, they hadn't been very kind when I had asked if I could make MY file look and smell nicer with the aid of scented magic markers.

Anyway I was really hoping to find someone other than Mallory to hang with, those leggings were truly sad. It was nothing like my outfit. I decided go all out. I had on my moss green one piece jumpsuit with a pair of purple suede ankle boots. Using fabric paint I had painted a large black rectangle down the center of the jumpsuit. I had cut out pieces of yellow fabric and made lines down the rectangle dividing it into lanes. Attached to the jumpsuit were small plastic airplanes going in various directions.

Get it? I was an airport runway! It really fit since we would be FLYING back home! My earrings were plastic paratroopers dangling from open parachutes. I had managed to find an orange cone like they use to direct the planes in and I had twisted my long hair into a French twist and used the handle of the cone to secure it in place.

Judging from the stares and camera flashes going off I could tell that I was a hit.

"Claudia?" a voice asked.

I turned around to find Alan Gray standing there in complete awe of my gloriousness.

I felt like a queen with all this attention. "Yes Alan?"

He cleared his throat and looked at his hightops and said very quickly "Would you like to go have a smoothie?"

Hmmm.. on one hand he was Alan Gray, the goon of SMS. On the other hand I didn't have anything to do and I would like a snack.

"If you change it to Ice Cream you have a deal" I said regally while turning slightly so the crowd could admire the lettering on the back of the jumpsuit that said "StuneyBrook Reegunal Air Port, All Abroad!".

"All Right" Alan suddenly grinned and took my arm and steered me towards the elevators so we could go up to the correct floor. "Uhm ,by the way your outfit is really nice. At least it isn't too plane"

I laughed politely at his joke and pressed the button to make the doors close.

As we rode up the elevator in silence I tried to reflect on my time in Vegas. Sure I hadn't won a lot of money, or any money to be more exact. I wasn't speaking to Mallory either but I am sure that we will patch things up eventually. But I had learned that I was really good at creating outfits. Perhaps I should think about becoming a fashion designer. I snuck a look over at Alan Gray. Okay so I hadn't fallen in luv this trip either but that was alright. Free Ice Cream is Free Ice Cream.

The elevator doors opened and I plastered a big smile on my face. After all, you never seem to know when someone will take your picture in Vegas.