hed。 But clothes didn？t seem too interesting at the moment。
？Really？？ Sam cleared his throat and readjusted his glasses。 ？Have you heard of Tinsley
Carmichael？ You should know her。？
？Who？？
？Tinsley Carmichael。 She goes to Waverly。 I go to Bard now； but I met her a couple times at
parties last year。？ She came to school in her own seaplane。 But someone told me she decided to
leave Waverly because Wes Anderson offered her the lead in his next movie。？
Jenny shrugged； feeling strangely petitive with？and a wee bit excited about？this Tinsley girl。
She sounded like the ideal New Jenny。
The exhausted…looking train conductor stomped down the aisle and grabbed the ticket off the top
of her seat。 ？Rhinecliff； next。？
？Oh。 This is me。？ Jenny took a deep breath。 It was really happening！ She looked out the window；
expecting to see something truly magical； but saw only lush green trees； a wide field； and
telephone poles。 Still； trees！ A field！ The only field in Manhattan was Sheep Meadow in Central
Park； and it was always filled with drug dealers and really skinny half…naked girls sunbathing。
She stood and reached for her red and white polka…dotted soft…shell LeSportsac bag and the
old…school brown Samsonite suitcase she？d borrowed from her dad。 It had a bigHUGS NOT
BOMBS sticker next to the handles。 Not very New Jenny。 As she struggled to bring the case to the
ground； Sam stood to help her； pulling it effortlessly off the rack。
？Thanks；？ she said； blushing。
？No problem。？ He pushed the hair out of his eyes。 ？So； do I get to see pictures of you at ？ at the
fashion show？？
？If you search online；？ Jenny lied。 She stared out the window and