My Pipe Diary

Chapter One: The good girl

The Good Girl

I sat in the back yard with my little multicolored kitten. The little black and white furball swatted playfully at my fingertips. I let my head fall back into the grass. I laid out, looking at the early morning sky. It was already getting humid. I had become used to the August weather in Louisiana. I didn't expect much from the weather. I was lucky enough to be the one girl who didn't get frizzy hair or clothes sticking to her.

"One day laying in that grass is gonna get you bit by something." I popped up as Danny stood in front of me with his hands in his jean pockets. I sat up all the way making my hair hang around me like dark brown rivers. Danny was my next door. We had been friends since he moved to this town when he was ten. He was cute in a goofy, sensitive way. His red hair poked I'm every direction from his head. His white face was spotted with freckles. The black t shirt he wore was a bit on the small side and his small legs bored the dark jeans. He gave me a crooked smile and sat next to me. He held out my square glasses.

"You left these yesterday. I figured you'd need them." Danny's slight accent broke three here and there. He was originally from Liverpool and had an accent I could barely understand. Now it was there but, not in the way. I took them and put them on my face.

"Thanks. I did need them." We both looked at the morning sky.

"So, are you excited?" He asked. I looked at him.

"About what?" He looked at me strangely.

"Well, we are about to be on our way to our last first day of school." He said with a big smile. His pale blue eyes seemed excited as well.

"I don't think it's going to be any different. Well besides the half days." He nudged my shoulder.

"Come on and brighten up." He said jumping up. He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. He looked over me.

"I swear you never change." I looked down at the plain blue shirt and jeans that I wore.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound offended, failing in doing so.

"All you've ever worn are plain shirts and jeans. Your hair has always been straight on your head. Those glasses have always covered your eyes. Sometimes it's okay to make a change." I rolled my eyes and pushed my glasses up.

"Maybe I don't want to change." I said shortly and grabbed my bag. I hurried to bring Louie inside. He meowed when i set him on the couch. I called a goodbye to my mom and went back out. I made it to Danny's side and we started our five minuet walk for the school.

Just like the past three years we go in and look for our home rooms that will lead us to fate of what teacher had us for the semester. The only different was instead of four classes, it was only two. Mine were easy art and music classes. It was nothing I couldn't handle. My life was a giant routine. But that's okay. I liked order and stability. It was easy. It was me.