Former Glory An Ex-Spy Story

Chapter Four

My tears stain my face. Finally at five in the morning I stand up from my crouched position. I yank at the tail of my long silver chain belt. I walk up the stairs and back to my room. Everyone is still asleep. Classes start at 9:00 o'clock a.m. everyday, unless it's a weekend and guess what? It is a Saturday. Everyone in the school will be asleep for at least 5 more hours.

Breakfast is served at 10:30 o'clock sharp. On week days breakfast is served from 6:30 a.m. to 9:00 a.m. I put my pajamas back on, wash my face, put my hair in a bun, and climb back in bed.

The minute my head hit the pillow my best friends are above me. "We knew you snuck out!" Lisa says. "We're betters spies than you think." Now it's Leanne's turn, "You scared us! What happened to you?" They ask me a flurry of questions.

Lisa knows about what happened all those years ago. I only told Leanne, but Leanne told Lisa and I may have filled in the details. I tell them all that happened, even Jackson kissing me on the cheek. They are my best friends, right? Leanne immediately sings out, "Lizzy's got a boyfriend!!!!!! Lizzy's got a boyfriend!!!!!"

"Leanne!" I yell. "Not the point!"

"Oh I'm pretty sure that's the point!" Lisa says.

"Guys!" I scream.

The both laugh. Then they become serious. "Lizzy, you told him?" Asks Leanne her face understanding and her voice soft. I nod. We're sitting on the light blue carpet in a circle. Lisa gasps. "Don't push him away!" Leanne chastised. "Yeah!" Lise reprimands. "It's obvious that he cares about you."

"Guys..." I trail off and put my head in my hands. My red bun bobs and falls out spilling red curls all over my white knit sweater.

"Don't "guys" us!" Lisa shouts.

"We're beyond "guys" ing right now!" Leanne glares at me. "You can't just push away the people who care about you."

"You guys don't even know that he cares at all and neither do I, so knock it off!" I fire back.

Lisa hits me with a pillow. Then Leanne hits me with a pillow. I stand up and so do they. They batter me with pillows. "Hey! That's not fair! It's two against one!" I giggle, but it's muffled through the pillows. "So?" Lisa screeches laughing.

"Thanks for the concern, but we don't care!" Leanne jokes and hit me with another pillow.

"It wasn't for you!" I giggle.

Now we're in a full blown pillow fight and I...don't have a pillow. When they're done with me I look like I have a mane! Of my hair. The giant poofiness of my hair surprises me that it looks really good. My hair looks good poofy and curly. I like it.

"Oooh!" Lisa says. "You should go out like this."

"No, no, no, no." Leanne chastises. "She has to wear a dress too!"

"What?!?!" I yell. "Guys no. I don't even own a dress. I own a few skirts though. And my hair looks OK so stop freaking out!"

"You can borrow one of mine!" Lisa cheerily replies. "You know? You can have one of mine. I've never worn this one. It won't look good with my skin tone."

"YASSSSSS...." Says Leanne rubbing her hands together evily. They both shove me into the bathroom and lock me in there with some random lacey white dress. I bang on the door. "Guys, please let me out!" I yell.

"Not until you put on the dress." The say in unison.

"Arg! We're wasting time! We only have an hour to get to breakfast!" I scream.

"We know!" Leanne says. "And you're going to miss breakfast if you don't put on that dress!"

"We're not afraid to make you miss breakfast!" Lisa yells through the door.

I stare at the dress and decide just to put it on. I mean, what's the harm in being seen for once? I guess I'll just where it. That doesn't mean I'll wear heels with it though. I turn around and what do I see? Heels. Great! It's no big deal; but it is!

Ten minutes later I'm in the dress and I'm wearing the heels and the necklace my friends set out for me.
"Guys! I'm wearing it! Will you let me out of the bathroom?!?!" I screech.

The door slides open and Lisa insists on doing my makeup. I sit down and she gets to work. The blush strokes tickle my cheeks. The lip gloss she smears on my lips in sticky. Ugh. I almost never wear makeup!

I feel like a fraud wearing makeup. "Lisa, I feel fake! This isn't me." I tell her honestly.

"I think it is." she says and hands me a mirror.

I look in it and mutter, "Maybe it is..."

I walk down the stairs slowly. The dining room is just inches away! I don't want to break an ankle on these high heels. It's no big deal; but it is. When I get there I hear a familiar voice say softly, "Wow Princess. You dress up nicely." It's soft without a speck of rasp, but it's enough to make me stop in my tracks.