School Spirits | I Don't Do Friends

14- Homecoming

Homecoming was starting soon, Caroline decided to get ready.

She almost got cold feet, no one expected her to go after what happened to her father. She didn't want to let it stop her, or anything for that matter. She grew the nerve (and set aside her pride) to ask Wally, she wasn't going to flake now.

Dawn had already done her hair and makeup, Dawn wanted to crimp it, 'embrace the 80s' Caroline convinced her to go with something a little more calm.

She slipped on the black dress she picked out just a few days before. Even that felt so long ago.

She looked in the mirror and smoothed out the dress. She didn't feel the same.

"You look like a hooker in that."

A voice echoed. She looked around, nobody, she was alone.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." She mumbled to herself, looking back to the mirror.

She felt hazy, like she wasn't really there.
There was a burning sensation on her arm, about the size of a dime.

She looked at it, a scar she's had for as long as she can remember. She doesn't know where she got it.
She looked back in the mirror, just as unsure as ever. She smiled anyway, turning on her heel to leave.

"Hey Cherry-Pop." Rhonda chimed coming down the stairs.

Caroline jumped back, curling her arms around herself.

"Woah, you good fruit cup?" She raised her hands in surrender.

"Fruit cup? What kind of nickname is that?" Caroline cleared her throat.

Rhonda looked at her with worry, but due to Caroline's response, she decided to leave it.

"Wally's outside, he wants to "pick you up" in a golf cart." Rhonda explained.

"Course he does, let me just get my shoes on." Caroline grabbed her short black heels.

"You doing alright?" Rhonda checked before turning to leave.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Wally drove up onto the side walk and beeped the horn. He took one look at her in that little black dress and forgot he wasn't just a normal kid taking a pretty girl to a dance.
Except he was in a golf cart, not a car, and they were dead.

"What is a lady like you doing out all by herself?" He called from behind the steering wheel.

"Sorry, mister. I have a date." She hopped in next to him.

"Lucky guy." He floored the gas.

"The gym is 200 feet away you don't have to- Ah!" They went over bump as Caroline warned him.

Suddenly, she wasn't in the golf cart. She was in the back of a car, strapped into a car seat.
Her hands were small, the stench of wine filled the cabin. She looked at the speedometer, they were going 95'.

"Caroline." Wally voice cut in, they were parked outside the gym. His hand was on her shoulder.

"Yeah! Yeah?" She snapped back.