"Bye, Mom," I called, heading out the door. My bookbag was slung over my shoulder, and I had my sunglasses in the other hand.
"Bye, sweetie," she replied, running over to say goodbye. She pulled me in for a hug, and I could smell her perfume. Her hair, dark brown like mine, was tied up into a bun.
"You look cute," she complimented me as I pulled away. I almost rolled my eyes. I wore a floral print blouse, jeans, and flats. But if it got me out the door without any arguments, then, oh well.
"Thanks," I said, and shut the door on my way out. I sighed in relief as I saw Megan waiting for me. Just like every morning. I opened the passenger side door and slid in, and Megan immediately laughed.
"You look so different," she commented. I sighed.
"Do you have my replacement clothes?" I asked. She nodded, and jerked her thumb torwards the backseat. I reached over and grabbed the walmart bag she brought my outfit in. There was no way I was going to school the way my mom dressed me. Megan and I did this every morning, and today was no exception.
Inside the bag, there were a pair of denim short shorts, a black tanktop, my combat boots, and a leather jacket. I struggled into them as Megan pulled away from the house.
