Code: 16B

Chapter Eleven

Eleven

    I was glad that we don’t have rehearsals for The Nutcracker this week, a way for Mrs. Ward—the other theatre arts teacher and the director of the show—to give us a break after four shows in one week. I really do need the break. Especially after all the craziness, and weirdness I’ve dealt with throughout the past two weeks. What with Cyrus coming to Westfield, and with the dreams about him; Victor and his way of giving me bad feelings, and to top it all off, managing to pull off four shows with full houses. So, I guess you could say that I was exhausted.

    So on Friday, I had a very good reason to be in a good mood. Tonight, Cyrus and I were officially going out on a date. Dinner and a movie, what most people would consider old fashioned, but I don’t care, a date’s a date. I was also glad that my parents agreed to let me go…that is if they get to meet him first. Which is kind of a relief that my parents might agree for me to go out with him.

    Kind of.

    When I told Missy about my plans for tonight, she was completely ecstatic.

    “Omigod! You are so lucky to go on a date with Cyrus Huntington!” she squealed excitedly.

    “I know, right?” I couldn’t hide my own squeals in my tone. But then I add on a serious note, “I wish you could find someone special.”

    “Don’t worry about it.” Missy said. “Right now, the theatre, and my grades are the only important things in my life right now.”

    When she said those words, I almost forget that my parents are going to be the first people to greet him when he shows up at my front door.

    Almost.

    I guess that’s why I’m now pacing around in my room, wearing nothing but a bathrobe along with a towel wrapped around my hair. Did I also add that the majority of my closet has been piled onto my bed? I felt like I’ve tried on every outfit I’ve ever owned, but nothing seems to work.

    “I have nothing to wear!” I moaned in exasperation as I furiously removed the towel off my head, and my damp hair plopped down my back. I checked the clock, 6:30 PM, Cyrus would be here in thirty minutes, and I have only have time to blow dry my hair but not enough to flatiron it straight. Which means I would have to go wavy tonight.

    Then, after giving up on the whole outfit thing, I just went with a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt, and my new pair of sneakers. I quickly did my makeup like I do everyday: run black eyeliner lightly, along with some au natural eye shadow, and top it all off with some lip-gloss.

    “Amanda, would you relax?” the sound of Amber’s calming voice made me jump, and quickly turn to see her standing by the doorway. And after seeing my shocked expression she quickly added, “Sorry, but I mean, it’s not like it’s the end of the world if you screw up on one date.”

    “It’s not that I’m worried about. I’m worried whether mom and dad would either embarrass me, or say something that would prevent me to go out with him.” I said after I managed to calm down, but I couldn’t hide the worry within my voice as Amber carefully sat down on my bed after moving some of the contents of my closet out of the way.

    “You may be right about that, but I know mom and dad do want us to have a normal life and all. They’re just worried.”

    “Sometimes I wonder.” I muttered under my breath, and I wished that I could take it back.

    But Amber didn’t freak out, or scolded me, or anything, she just laughed. “I did sometimes wonder when I was your age.”

    I couldn’t help but laugh with her.