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Thank Goodness that it’s finally Friday. I had a weird dream last night about falling down a rabbit hole and there was some lady named Cookies. Huh. I shouldn’t snack so close to bedtime. You’d think I’d learn, but I never do. Food is just so darn persuasive.
I get ready for school, dressing up a little bit. I’m in the mood to celebrate another week coming to a close. I wear a black skirt that goes down slightly past my knees and a soft gold sweater. I wear my matching gold ballet flats and my gold locket with a picture of Amy on one side. The other part is blank. I’m waiting for the perfect picture. I considered putting Shelby in there, but decided against it. I always see Shelby; I want people I love but am separated from in my locket. I take care to brush through my hair and put it in a classy bun. I feel very put together.
I go get breakfast and am surprised when a group of girls invite me to sit with them. Of course, I know them. They’re all my age. I look around the table and see Alexis, my neighbor, and other kids who are graduating soon. They hand me a cutesy envelope with bows on it.
I’ve been invited to a graduation party tonight in Chelsea’s room. Cool. It sounds like all 16 year-olds have been invited. Nevertheless, it’s nice to be included.
“Sounds like fun,” I say, trying for nonchalance and failing. I start eating my breakfast burrito and conversation starts back up. Who’s dating who and who broke up with who. Someone has ugly pants, someone else needs to pluck their eyebrows. Really important stuff.
I don’t see why you would date anyone while at school here. Sure, there are some nice guys, but a) we’ve been together for so long they’re practically like brothers, b) we’ve all seen each other pass through awkward stages, and c) even if you break up, you’d still see each other all the time around school. But judging from the “hot” gossip bubbling out of my current company, I’m alone in this thinking. Oh well, I like being unique.
I quietly excuse myself from the table and head off to my pod. I take care to put the envelope in a safe spot. I wonder how she even got her hands on paper. Everything is electronic nowadays. Paper is really expensive, and even then it’s usually an imitation. This seems like real paper. Besides birth, marriage, and death certificates, paper is rarely used anymore. It’s all part of the “Earth Rejuvenation Act of 2540” when President Hiccup and Congress agreed to fix the pollution problem. So far so good. I don’t know many details because I’m not really into environmental science, but I do know that it’s going well. I wonder how Chelsea got her hands on paper.
Through out the day, I alternate between doing my schoolwork and thinking about the party. I go to the occasional birthday party, but they are always supervised in the commons. This is a big deal. I manage to get my science work done and finish a couple math problems.
Eventually I decide that I am just too pre-occupied with the party to do any real work, so I head off to the gym. Since I suck at all forms of physical activity, I usually stick to yoga, Pilates, or just dance 12 on the wii. I’m not the best dancer, but it’s fun so who cares? Sometimes, I go on the stationary bikes. You know the ones. They have the fans that go when you peddle and the built-in TV in-between the handles.
Today, I decide to do a little yoga. Lucky for me, I’m just in time for a yoga class with my favorite instructor. We do all kinds of yoga moves, from the rocking baby to the child’s pose. We finish with the tree pose, and leave feeling refreshed.
I walk back to my dorm room to drop off my yoga mat and then head off to take a bath. I take a long bubble bath to relax. I’m finally forced out of the tub when I hear Amy in the back of my head telling me that I’m going to shrivel up if I stay put for much longer. For fear of wrinkling up like a raisin, I get out of the tub and slip into my favorite purple fuzzy robe with the matching purple fuzzy socks. Staying classy.
