Unlike yesterday, when I get to school today, I swagger up the steps, people looking my way just as I had hoped.
"Rain?" a familiar voice asks.
"Hey Spenc," she walks alongside me.
"You look really good," she tells me.
"Thanks, it's nothing though." I smile at her.
"Hey!" Cameron joins me on my other side. Together we walk up the stairs. Now I feel like the opposite of the girl I was yesterday. Yesterday I was the kid who eats lunch alone in the bathroom, today I am a plastic chick, who still has personality.
I walk to my locker, and dump the things I won't need till after lunch into my locker. Then I wander the halls. Tuesday's start out with a half hour break, in case you're late or need to do homework.
"What happened to you?" Cameron asks me, astonished.
"I guess school just started one day too early." I respond, a grin planted on my face.
"That works," she says, her mouth still gaping at me. "You look amazing," I'd like to be amazing without makeup and nice clothes, but I guess in high school people are so judgemental it won't work out that way. Whatever, when I get to college people will like me for who I am. But for now, I am okay with this.
"Do you want to hang out at my place again after school?" Cameron asks me.
"Sure thing,"
"I was thinking of throwing a party this weekend. It would be nice to get to know some people. My parents are out of town so it would be perfect. Accept I actually have permission to throw one. Derek isn't crazy about it but I think it'd be fun, and so do my pare---"
"Sounds cool," I stop her from dragging the sentence on any longer.
"Ooh! And we could get ready together and we could have Spencer with us, and it'd be so awesome!"
"Kk," I respond.
"I'll invite everyone, and it can be a pool party since summer isn't quite over yet." Of course the rich girl can do anything. There will probably be a DJ, and a bar and a VIP lounge.
"I'm going to go get the math early, see ya Rain!" she smiles broadly over her shoulder as she walks away, and leaves me alone with the pressure of getting ready for a party.
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Wishing for Rain
Teen Fiction"I love the sound of the rain. The feel. Even the taste. Most people find rain dreary, but when I hear the inviting pit pats on my roof, I know that happiness is right outside of my front door. Rain is my lullaby at night and my comfort in tough tim...
