"Maybe I just don't want a boyfriend, mother," I groaned as she tugged and yanked at my hair. "Why not? You're beautiful. Why hold that away from all those boys?" To be honest, I would've loved to have had a boyfriend; furthermore, I wanted more than that. I wanted "the 'L' word." I desired more than any of those boys at school had. "I don't know," I replied, fluffing my freshly curled hair. I studied my face, thinking about what mother had said. I guess I was pretty. I had practically natural red lips, green eyes with long eyelashes, and this dark brown hair, I swear, I hadn't seen on any other girl's head. I stood from the stool I had once been sitting on and strolled over to our front door. "Donna!" Mother called after me. "Yes?" I perked up, hoping she would say what I was praying she would say. "Be back around four, darling, I've invited someone to meet you by then!" I was mortally disgusted that my mother wouldn't ask me where I was going, but on the other hand, I didn't care. She didn't need to know. "Alright!" I trotted down the sidewalk and mounted my bicycle. I headed straight to the little diner at the end of my neighbor hood called Debbie's Diner. In 1963, there was no need for a complicated name. Anyhow, there, I met Patty, my best friend. "Where have you been?" She demanded. "My mother was curling my hair," I explained. "Why? It isn't like you're not drop dead gorgeous without the hair," she huffed. I brushed her comment away. "Come on, you don't want to miss William do you?" I teased with a kissy face. "Call him Bill, he doesn't like William," she said, I suppose thinking that I cared.
