I cling to my new-neighbor's hedges as I set forth my first day at John-Carter Pope Highschool. Mother had given me a kiss on the cheek, and I could still feel her pot-rouge lipstick on my lower cheek, despite many attempts of wiping it off on my hand.
I hope my clothes are alright, but something inside tells me they aren't, when I see a few bell-bottom clad teens emerging from houses. Nothing like what we wore in Oregon from the looks of it. Magazines have been outing these new styles, and it's hard to keep up, especially with my luck sewing.
Touching my lapel, I feel for my "Paul" pin.
I wonder if there are any Beatle fans at this new school?
Kids continue to accumulate and soon a stream forms, as I walk among the giggling crowd of girls giddy for their first day, and boys struggling to suppress their grins as they chat alongside their chums.
Soon.
I spot a girl with caramel hair down to her waist, and smile. She reminds me of Katherine back home.
She catches me looking at her, and we share a smile before a friend of hers runs up beside her, and she diverts her attention to her instead.
The swarm carries me through the imposing black doors, and I watch helplessly as everyone finds their way to their new classrooms.
Congratulations, Amy. You're all wrong.
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That Eventuality
Ficção Adolescente1966. Amy wonders if she'll ever find a place in a new town, and involves herself with some unlikely friends. *CAUTION: BEATLES*
