"I loved Hayley's Song—an eleven-year-old reader. Don't take my word for it. Read it and find yourself lost in the world of Hayley's Song"—Amazon.com

"Hey, Krystal. What seat did you get for the Millennium concert?"

Obviously pausing for effect, Krystal blinked her eyes and grinned. "My seat is number twenty-five, center aisle, row A."

"That's impossible. You were a hundred people behind me!"

"Get real. I don't have to buy a ticket. But, I do buy them for my friends."

Amanda's expression reflected her disbelief.

"Right," Hayley grunted.

Frustration overcame Hayley. No matter what she did, Krystal always managed to do something greater. In school Hayley made A's and a few B's. Krystal claimed to make straight A's. All of Hayley's friends came from the somewhat popular crowd of good students who participated in athletics, while Krystal counted acquaintances willing to help her out of a jam from everyone in school. Even the tough gangs and the frightening fringe groups claimed Krystal as their favorite girl.