![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The bike racks outside Rosewood Day overflowed with colorful twenty-one-speeds, a limited edition Trek that Noel Kahn’s father had gotten directly from Lance Armstrong’s publicist, and a candy pink Razor scooter, shined to a sparkle. Maybe if someone had, a certain beautiful girl would still be alive. In fact, four years ago, a certain Rosewood golden boy dropped a huge hint about something horrible going on inside his nasty little head. ![]() But more often than not, the most telling signs go unnoticed. Sometimes people give away clues to what’s going on inside-like the casting director’s grimace when you missed that high A-sharp, or how your best friend frostily ignored all your texts on January 1. Unfortunately, everyone’s heads are locked tighter than the Pentagon. And, best of all, you wouldn’t have to guess whether your best friend was mad that you ditched her for the hot senior with the crinkly-eyed smile at the New Year’s Eve party. Or that your cute mixed doubles partner thinks your butt looks hot in your Lacoste tennis skirt. Wouldn’t it be nice to know exactly what people are thinking? If everyone’s heads were like those clear Marc Jacobs totes, their opinions as visible as a set of car keys or a tube of Hard Candy lip gloss? You’d know what the student casting director really meant when she said, “Good job,” after your South Pacific audition. ![]()
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