Let's Play Pretend

Prologue

"I still don't want to go," I complained, settling deeper into the shotgun seat of Taylor's car.

"Hayden, just trust me here. You're going to love it. Hot guys, parties, the beach," Taylor urged.

"There's even a record store on top of a book store. Doesn't that just sound like heaven?" Lucy reminded me. Lucy has always been more of my speed. But Taylor's been my friend for longer.  I had to admit that it did sound perfect.

"It's also the perfect place to get around on your skateboard. Although I still think you won't be able to survive without a bike," added Taylor. 

"I'll make do."

"Well, I rented you one anyway."

We'd been in the car for hours now and the trip seemed infinite. I've always felt a little bit different than my friends. Taylor is the girl that everyone loves: boys and girls. She has a circle of friends the size of the rings of Saturn. She would spend all her time partying and hooking up with guys if she wasn't on the field hockey team and the soccer team and had other priorities. Her dirty blonde messy hair fell down her back in the fashion of a waterfall. And her body is perfectly tan and fit. She's basically a Barbie doll but she doesn't care about clothes as much.

And then there's Lucy. That cute little cheerleader. The nice cheerleader that--again--everyone adores. She's tiny. Aboslutely tiny. And that's why she's on top of the pyramid and the one who's thrown up in the air. Her hair is perfectly straight and is the color of dark chocolate. It's usually pulled up into a perfect pony tail and tied with a red ribbon.

And of course there's me. Chestnut colored hair that falls down my back in tangles. But it's usually covered by a gray beanie. I'm just known as Lucy and Taylor's 'hispter' friend that hangs out in the shadows. But that's the way I like it.

"We're here!" Lucy called out from the back seat. Taylor squealed and sprung from the car. Lucy followed. And I sat there, awaiting the week that lied ahead of me.