“Becca!” someone shouts. It’s Lydia.
“Hey!” I smile, turning around. My homeschooled friends give me a weird look.
My school friend notices and grins to them, “I’m Lydia. I’m one of Haley’s cousins.”
“And you know each other because…” Amanda, the blonde stepsister, asks.
“She goes to my school,” I explain.
“Seriously? Are you guys, like, friends and stuff? Or is this incredibly awkward between you?” Gianna, the demon with astigmatism, inputs. I know she’s just curious but she barely even knows me. Does that really give her the right to interrogate our friendship? I don’t think so.
“She means, like, are you, Leah—” Amanda begins.
“It’s Lydia,” corrects Jackie. Leave it to Jackie to correct someone’s every word.
“Oh, sorry. So, Lydia, are you popular and Becca’s not? Are you both not popular? On the same social ladder?” the blonde girl goes back to talking. I glance at Lydia and I can tell we both just want to walk away.
“Um, actually, Becca’s more popular than I am,” my friend says.
“No, I’m not,” I shake my head. Sure, I’m friends with Teagan, Amy, and Sammi, but I am not popular at all. I don’t even know the names of half the people in that clique. Lydia knows everyone. If anything, she’s more popular than me.
“Fascinating,” I hear Amanda mutter. “Omigod. I am so rude. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Amanda. And that’s Gianna, Jenna, Jackie, and Delaney.”
“Well, hi,” Lydia says awkwardly. She obviously doesn’t like them. I don’t like them either. I was right to have my doubts. You can’t just go ridiculing people’s social lives when you don’t even go to school and your social life consists of ten other people. They don’t really have an option as to what level of the ladder they’re on. I’m in a bigger pool than them. While they can only tread water, I can swim. So who cares if I’m not in the deep end with all the cool people? I can go where I want. Their line of movement is incredibly limited.
“I have to find Haley,” I say, desperate to get out of this conversation. “I haven’t seen her at all since November.”
“I’ll come with you,” Lydia volunteers. We maneuver our way out of that little group.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about that. I swear, I just met Amanda and Gianna and Jenna this morning. They’re new to the Crew. Jackie and Delaney are usually great, just not around the new girls, I guess,” I instantly apologize as soon as we’re out of earshot.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d have friends like that,” Lydia laughs. “Whatever, we’ll have each other at her party. Let’s go find Haley.”
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What We Lost In The Winter
أدب المراهقينBecca Kingser almost died when she was eight years old. Ever since then, she's been homeschooled with her sisters. One of them is a bouncy, energetic little girl, the other is a closed-off mystery. But when Becca's mom finds a new job in Michigan, t...
