Connie's money had been tempting. However, Sandy had been afraid that Annie would not hire her anymore if she had accepted Connie's task. The little black-haired girl had paid more than what the redhead had offered. So in an unusual exercise of foresight, Sandy had decided not to accept Connie's offer so she could gain more money in the long term.
(Yet her foresight did not reach far enough to consider if Annie would still hire her after Connie had learned of their relationship. Guess whose fault it was that Connie had found out.)
Sandy had already completed three tasks for Annie. However, her wealth was still nowhere within sight. Sure she had received money, but her financial situation had yet to improve. She was puzzled as to why her money was not increasing.
(Of course she would not get rich. She had been spending every bit of money earned on treats and drinks.)
After a full week of school, her last pay had been spent. Annie had not contacted her. Out of money and longing for the taste of good food, Connie's offer to hire her had become more attractive. Continually over the weekend, Sandy had promised herself again and again that she would seek the redhead out.
Thus, that Monday morning, after she had dropped her schoolbag off in class, Sandy went to look for the redhead. It was not a very long search. Right outside her class, she found Connie talking to a brown-haired boy.
When Connie saw her, she immediately sensed that Sandy wanted to speak with her. So she excused herself and walked over to the brown-haired girl. "Hey, Sandy. What's up?"
"About the thing you wanted me to do..." Sandy whispered.
"Let's not talk about that right now." Connie smiled. "Let's meet up after school. Find me on the top floor, ten minutes after the bell."
"Okay," Sandy agreed.
Connie then went back to chatting with the boy. Sandy glanced once at the boy. He was a little thick about the waist, not particularly handsome. What did Connie see in that guy?
Sandy dismissed the boy from her mind and returned to class. There were other more interesting things to dream about. Connie had a blue skirt that day, which matched the blue sleeveless hoodie that she wore over a long-sleeved blouse. If Sandy were rich, she could afford more fashionable clothes like those.
If she were rich enough, she could be a princess with servants attending her. She would have maids to do all the cleaning, cooks to make her the best meals and a driver to take her to school. And of course she would have a great big room to live in, with her own bathroom.
As a princess, she would have a circlet of gold. Or maybe a crown, adorned with large jewels. That crown would be heavy on her head, though. She was going to have trouble balancing it on her head.
Then the bell rang, drawing her back to reality. Sandy was suddenly aware that the shifting weight on her head was real! As she wondered what was going on, books fell off her head to scatter on and around her desk.
Sandy jerked in surprise.
There was laughter behind her. Sandy turned around to investigate. She spotted Ariel and Esper glancing back in amusement as they hurried back to their seats. Her other classmates were chuckling. Randy beside her was struggling to contain his laughter.
She wondered what her classmates had found funny.
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