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PARTY, PARTY, YEAH? OBVIOUSLY, I mean we're teenagers, partying is basically our default hobby. Just kidding, it's not mine. It's clearly not in my system settings because although I got this whole week off under an excused absence that my parents arranged, I still prioritized the school work I was missing out on.
The past few weeks and quite possibly months have been a turmoil of events upon events. It's not as though it's been slowly dawning on me that I'll need to be applying to colleges soon and I need to do all the things seventh grade me never thought of experiencing.
Then again, I don't think seventh grade me ever dreamed of moving to some new town and meeting three amazing people who would change her life forever, but that's besides the point. What seventh grade me did dream of though was writing.
At least making a career out of it.
My guidance counselor, a very chirpy, red-headed, freckled, middle-aged woman named Kassidy Taylor called me a few days ago in that vivacious, it's Friday voice of hers with news. Really big news.
There was an opening in the school section of the local newspaper that would be left open for someone, preferably a very literary person to fill in about the latest activities and events that Riverside High would be holding in the months to come for the Autumn season.
All you had to do was write it out and submit it at the Riverside Gazette before 2 PM next Monday. Ms. Taylor told me all the papers would go through a choosing process and whichever one they thought was the best would get picked. Anyway, it's Wednesday. I still haven't started on my section draft.
So, partying? A huge no-go.
But then, I introduce a problem. A problem that's been here since Sunday morning. The two people who I just missed so much.
The problem isn't even both of them, it's a specific one.
Two words: Theo Edwards.
I already told my boss I wouldn't be working at all this week because I had family in town and she was actually pleased to hear I wouldn't be cooping myself up in the restaurant and dragging my "hooligan" friends to cause mischief in there.
The twins weren't a problem during the mornings from 7 AM to 3 PM. They set a deal with their dad that they'd be allowed to come under one condition, virtual school work and they wouldn't fall behind. The moment he saw one slip of attendance, he'd take their asses right back to Rockbourne.
So, from 7 AM to 3 PM they worked their asses off to keep up with their education. Once the invisible 3 PM bell rang, they were free to do whatever. Most of the time, Thea would find Mimi and offer her hand to help. If she wasn't doing that, she would go to the beach by herself.
If I was fortunate, her troublemaker of a brother would follow after her to walk and talk. Lady luck wasn't on my side a lot because, after the 3 PM bell rang, Theo would saunter his way over to me, to the library, and ask question after question about the stupidest shit.
