Rushlow in the Making

Chapter 9

"Yes, I'll Mary you!" I was so happy; I couldn't believe that he proposed. I do love BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Another interrupted dream by my alarm clock. I swear, I will throw that alarm clock at a wall some day and it will burn in a fiery hell.

This night is the third night I have had that dream, and I wake up before I know who the person is.

The first night my sister woke me up to take our dog, Macy, for a walk.

The second night was Macy licking my face because she wanted to play outside.

I like Adrian a lot and Jason frankly creeps me out, but I'm still confused and I don't know why.

I end up getting dressed for the day and get breakfast.

"Why cant K drive me?!" I heard Addison questioning my father.

"Because she has to pick up other people before she goes to school and has no time to take you to school too." My dad is the bomb.

"Ugh, she gets to do everything she wants!"

"Well, when you're her age you can do what she does," He continued to get his things together when he saw me "oh good morning."

I heard a loud ugh, and my sister stomped off.

"Good morning." I was chipper and didn't show off any signs of last nights endeavor.

"Somebody left this for you this morning," He hands me a long box, wrapped in a bow it had a card on it.

It read:

Hey, thought you'd want this for today, wear it to school and meet me in room 810 right after your last period. -  ;)

I open the box and find a beautiful dress, it a red sleeveless skater dress, with a flower pattern on the bottom skirt.

I had no idea what to think when my dad broke in "who's it from?"

How do I reply to that? I don't even know who sent this.

"I don't know, but I'll figure out after school today," I keep on looking at the dress.

"Well as long as you don't get abducted I'm fine with whatever," he continues to make himself breakfast.

I go back up to my room and change I start to walk out of my room when my sister stops me.

"You're not going to school in that are you?" She looks me up and down.

"Well, Yeah," I look at myself in our hallway mirror, "what's wrong with it?"

"It needs more-" She goes into her room for a second and comes back our with a latch box "here, sits down."

She opens her latch box and outcomes makeup shelves and a mirror.

"What the heck is that?"

"It's one of dads old toolboxes he gave to me," She looks at it for a second "I spiced it up a bit." She smiles at the thought of her creation and might I say I was pretty impressed.

"I'm just gonna do some makeup, and hair."

I nodded and she got to work, I got a severe déjà vu moment.

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About ten minutes later she steps back, and I look at myself, "dude! I'm looking great!" I did.

"I know," my sister says while flipping her hair.

"When did you learn how to do this?"

"Styling is my passion," She looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, "how long have I known you? Anyway, all I did was curl your hair a bit to get it wavy and hair-sprayed and did a little bit of eyeshadow on your eyes and mascara," she started cleaning up, "maybe you can learn to do it yourself."

I looked at myself a bit more, fixing the little things.

I head downstairs and put on my tennis shoes and get in my car, Addison was about to get on her bike. I couldn't stand that she did all that for me and still has to ride a bike.

"Addison," she turned around "get in." She smiles and gets in.

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I dropped Addison off at her school and got to mine, I parked and walked through the front doors, and wow, did people stare.

I walked down the hallway, once felt like a walk of shame now felt like a runway.

I walked to my locker like a celebrity, with all eyes on me.

I open my locker, and a note falls, I pick it up:

Looking good, beautiful. - ;)

How does this keep happening? Who is this? And why are they always two steps ahead of me?

All of a sudden my locker slams shut and Avery and Lynn are looking at me; I stuff the note in my bag as quickly as possible.

"What was that?" Avery asks sounding suspicious.

"It was nothing important," they looked at each other for a second, but I changed the subject, "you know what is important though? The Math quiz we have after lunch."

Then out of no-where Lynn grabs my bag and pulls out the note. I try to reach for it so she would stop reading it, but she's too slick. She hands it to Avery, and she reads it.

"Who's that from?" Lynn asked me sounding like I just lied to her, which I did.

"I don't know,"I looked around for a second to make sure no-one was around to hear me "but that person gave me this dress this morning."

"How do you know its the same person?" Avery asks making my bag neat for me again.

"Because the one from this morning had the same winky face."

They try to analyze the situation "do you think it's Adrian?"

"Maybe, but there's something else..."

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I fill them in on what happened last night. They were so interested they didn't care that I just lied to them.

"Well, are you going to go to room 810 after school?"

"Well, I have to, right? I mean I'm already wearing the dress."

Then the bell rang, and we had to go to our classes.

First Period.