天锡小说网

第32部分（第2页）

？Yes！？　As　she　said　it；　Jenny　grinned。　She；　Jenny　Humphrey；　was　going　to　be　a　Waverly　Owl！

She　turned　the　page。　？？Waverly　Owls　are　not　permitted　sexual　intimacy。　A　Waverly　Owl　must　not

engage　in　activities　that　might　be　dangerous；　such　as　jumping　off　the　Richards　Bridge。　A　Waverly

Owl　does　not　wear　spaghetti　straps　or　miniskirts　above　midthigh。？？

The　boy　snickered。　？When　they？re　talking　about　a　girl；　shouldn？t　it　be　an　Owlette？？

Jenny　slammed　the　book　shut。　？Okay。　Now　it？s　your　turn。？

？Well；　I　just　started；　so　I？ll　read　from　the　beginning。？　The　boy　smirked　and　opened　to　the　first

page。　？？From　the　very　beginning；　I　have　trained　myself　not　to　want　anything　too　badly。？？

Funny；　Jenny　thought。　She　had　the　opposite　problem？she　wanted　everythingway　too　badly。

？？I　was　corrupt；？？　he　continued。　？？Corrupt　from　the　start。？？

？I？m　corrupt！？　Jenny　blurted　out。　？But　not　from　the　start。？

Old　Jenny　couldn？t　believe　what　New　Jenny　was　saying。

？Yeah？？　He　closed　the　book。　？I？m　Sam；　by　the　way。？

？Jenny。？　She　looked　down　to　see　if　Sam　wanted　her　to　shake　his　hand；　but　it　was　still　wedged

under　his　leg。　They　both　smiled　awkwardly。

？So；　does　your　corruptness　have　anything　to　do　with　why　you？re　leaving　New　York　for　boarding

school？？　Sam　asked。

？Maybe。？　Jenny　shrugged；　trying　to　be　coy　and　mysterious　at　the　same　time。

？Spill。？

She　let　out　a　sigh。　She　could　admit　the　truth；　butEverybody　thought　I　was　sleeping　with　all　the

guys　in　this　band；　and　I　didn？t　deny　it　sounded　kind　of　slutty。　Definitely　not　mysterious　or　chic。　So

instead　she　decided　to　take　some　creative　liberties。　？Well；　I　was　in　a　sort　of　risqu？　fashion　show。？

Sam？s　eyes　glittered　with　interest。　？What　do　you　mean？？

She　thought　for　a　moment。　？Well；　for　one　look；　I　just　had　this　bra…and…underwear　set　on。　And

heels。　I　guess　it　was　a　little　too　much　for　some　people。？

This　wasn？t　entirely　a　lie。　Jennyhad　modeled　last　year？for　a　Les　Best　spread　inW　magazine。

Clothed。　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