Soul Quest

Chapter 10

Meena

Time - 14 years later, September 3, 2014

Place - Forest Hills High School

Queens, New York

"In the world there

is nothing more submissive

and weak than water.

Yet for attacking that

which is hard and strong

nothing can surpass it."

- Lao Tzu

"Girl, I know that you are not wearing that on the first day of high school." Drue said as she eyed me disapprovingly andSTEPPED into my bedroom.

She was wearing a red and black plaid pleated skirt, a white sequined tank top and black ballet flats with a matching purse. Her shiny black hair was stylishly twisted in the back and cute little red and white bows held her bangs out of her face. Her flawless mocha face was powdered and glittered and her lips popped with candy apple red lip stick. Druesilla Sommers is my best friend. We've been inseparable since third grade. I have no idea how we ended up together because we are exact opposites. Drue is all about fashion and the social scene. I prefer wearing what ever is comfortable and keeping a low profile. I looked myself over in the mirror to see what the fuss was. OK, just me in my usual faded blue jeans, gray and white Marilynn Monroe tee shirt, Rainbows and low braided red pigtails.

"What?" I asked annoyed with her attitude. I thought I looked perfectly fine.

"I can't believe you Meena. You're so into Marilyn Monroe. You idolize the woman. Do you realize she was a model? Do you think she would have been caught dead in that bum outfit?" Drue persisted.

"Drue just relax. Modeling was just her undercover job. She was really a spy for the government. She was much more than just a pretty face. That whole overdose slash suicide thing was just a cover up toPROTECT her identity after the public began to link her to JFK." I began to explain.

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah... Please don't start going on and on about how your going to find her one day." Drue complained.

"Whatever." I said. "This is what I'm wearing today so get over it." I waited for further complaining but she just rolled her eyes at me and pulled me toward the door.

"Fine, let's get out of here. Shaun is waiting in theCAR outside and he's very impatient." she said just as a horn sounded in the driveway. "See? Go. Hurry!" she pushed me through the house toward the kitchen door that exited into the driveway outside.

Shaun Sommers is Drue's older brother and a senior at Forest Hills High. He drives a pretty, shiny blue, convertible Mustang. There will be no bus for me, at least not this year. What luck, right?

When we arrived at Forest Hills High the parking lot was exploding with students. Shaun pulled into a space close to the front of the student parking lot. Seniors had first dibs on parking spaces. It was some sort of unspoken rule. This was practically valet service for a freshman if you ignored the harassment from Shaun's classmates.