Batya Weiss pulled her curly blonde hair loose from its ponytail and walked onstage. The loud banter of voices in the auditorium all the girls eager and excited about the last GO assembly before Pesach vacation quickly quieted as the students watched her adjust the microphone. She knew what the other girls thought of her: only in 11th grade and already GO president concert dance head and an Honor Roll student.

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 Tzippora tapped her shoulder. “You were amazing” she said.

Batya shrugged. “Thanks” she said.

Classes for the day were canceled after the assembly. The girls were told to clean out their lockers for chometz.

“Batya!” she heard Ruchama chirp from down the hall. “Do you need any help?”

She could always count on Ruchama. Tiny with a huge Afro of reddish hair and big hazel eyes Ruchama was always there when she needed her most. She was like a force of energy that never stopped smiling and orbiting around Batya. Batya didn’t mind. Usually.

As Ruchama began to take the books papers jackets and half-eaten snacks out of Batya’s locker Tzippora wandered over. “Ugh I’m all done with mine. Now I don’t know what to do for the rest of the day! What are you doing today Batya?”

“Umm…” Batya said. “I’m not sure yet. Would you mind getting me a diet Coke from the soda machine Ruchama? I’m just sooo thirsty after the assembly.”

“It would be my pleasure!” Ruchama said as she bounced off a little spring in her step.

“Your speech was so amazing” Aliza said seemingly appearing out of nowhere. “And I love how you put your hair in a pony.”

“Thanks” Batya said.