“Violet! Wake up! The sky is chirping! The birds are blue! We have school today!” Angela shouted, bouncing around my room like a kangaroo on crack. I yawned, sitting up.
“Eww. The birds all died from your zombie breath. Go brush your teeth, we have to go back to school!” Angela ran into my closet, sliding hangers and biting her lip.
“Angela, why are you so happy?” I complained, trudging to the small bathroom in my bedroom. She laughed, hair flopping in her face.
“I had sugar for breakfast! I feel like I could accomplish mountains and move anything!” She threw her arms up to show just how hyper she was.
“And I feel like maybe you should control how much junk food you eat everyday. Your starting to mess up what your saying.” I told her matter-of-factly, taking my clothes from her when I poked my head out of the door.
“Come on Violet, today is a good day! Don’t you miss Kayla? Don’t you miss learning? Plus, it’s almost time to graduate early! I heard the school board decided not to make us make up the days we lost, too, as long as we give up spring break, a week for two weeks extra off! A couple more weeks and its sun, city, boys, and Miami Florida!” She shrieked. I pulled on my skinny jeans and my “Nacho Problem” shirt, rolling my eyes. At least my mirror reflection agreed with me. Angie was nuts.
“Vi, Vi Vi, Vi Vi Vi Violeeeeettttt!” She sang, knocking on the door. “If we plan on meeting Kay for breakfast, we gotta act fast!” She insisted. Opening the door, I shoved my feet into my converse and grabbed my backpack and keys from the table. My mom added my phone to the pile in my arms and pushed us out the door.
“Have a good day girls! Be careful! Drive safe, have fun!” She called out.
“Not likely!” I shouted back, as Angela trailed after me to my car. On our way to school, we sang to weird rock songs and normal radio songs and danced like idiots on the nearly empty road, until we pulled in at the McDonalds a couple blocks from the school building, and then pulled into a space beside Kayla’s car when Angela finished stuffing her face and I finished picking at my food, nervous. Only a few more weeks in school before we go to Florida. And then I will somehow become determined to meet with Chase, and that was enough for me to throw up every internal organ hiding in me.
“Okay class, what is the-” My head hit the desk, and I woke up. Angela was smiling from across the classroom, but the teacher, a little old lady named Ms. Alden, thankfully didn’t notice as she kept going on about the square root of who knows what. My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Dylan: So...are you doing anything tomorrow night? 12:35 pm
You: If we were pretending I had a social life, yes. To be honest, no. 12:36 pm
Dylan: How about we get you a social life? Would you like to go see a movie tomorrow, maybe around 6:30? 12:40 pm
You: How do I know you aren’t going to trip me in the theater too? 12:45 pm
Dylan: Trust and I’ll buy you popcorn? 12:46 pm
You: Fine, but give me your address. I get to drive. 12:48 pm
And now I was getting ready for my date, my first date, with Dylan.
“Do I look okay Angie?” I asked, staring at myself in the mirror. She insisted I wear something other than a sweater and a t-shirt, which I didn’t have much of. We settled on my normal dark skinny jeans, boots, and a long sleeved v-neck shirt, of the red color. She nodded, giving me a thumbs up.
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