I wake up to the sound of music, as I always do and call one of my friends, as I always do. Cindy picked up on the first ring.
"OMG, what are you wearing? Send me a pic!" Cindy screamed into the phone.
"Ummm...," I mumbled looking down at my cat pajamas. "Not sure if I'm exactly model material right now."
"You're still in your pajamas aren't you?" Cindy asked. "I'll hang up so you can get ready."
"K." I replied, awaiting graduation from Mason Middle School.
I always wondered what the last day of 8th grade would feel like, and finally I know. I choose my best blue jeans and softest sweater with only a single necklace with a key at the end, Ginger has a lock that my key can open. I only dabbed on a light coating of lip gloss and slid on my favorite pair of black hiking boots. Nothing looked good when I tried putting my jet black hair up, so I left it free and wild. Coming down the stairs I felt like a proud mother of a very beautiful outfit.
"What do you want for breakfast?" My mother asked all beaming and bright.
"How about a donut?" I said popping one into my mouth.
"With how much you've been eating, you should be as big as a house!" She said gesturing toward my stick-thin figure.
"I hope not! I don't want to be remembered as the girl who couldn't get on the stage because she was as big as a house!" I said laughing. She smiled at my joke and turned back to her phone. I gulped down the rest of the donut and began thinking about everything.
What was it going to be like in high school?
Will the potato group survive all the drama?
Will the mutants ever be caught? I sighed at that last one. It's been about 20 years since the first mutant outbreak, and the public was afraid of their every move. Most people thought they should be locked up or some said they should be killed. I used to fear them now I pity them. I stick my head out the door looking for any sign of the diseased ones which is another name for the mutants, and when I am sure there is no trouble, I quietly slip out the door and make my way to Ginger's house which is conveniently down the street.
When I get there I knock twice and stand back letting the glass pane at the top of all the door see my face.
"She's upstairs." Ginger's Dad tells me. I say my thanks and hurry up the stairs, as I know my way around.
"Ging?" I ask, timidly for some reason.
"Come in." She says. So I do.
Ginger's room is unlike anything I've ever seen. It is dark and as far as I can see the only thing that lights up the room are the numerous twinkle lights hung from the celieng. I can only barely tell the walls are a lavender color because they are covered with so much pictures. I finger one of them looking at each person in the photo which dated about a year back. I can remember it. We were in a luxury hotel room where I was sitting at the center of the room. Practiclly glowing with all the attention. Ginger was too my right with Cindy to the left. On the other side of Ginger was Tess and Selene was on Cindy's right. At my feet admiring the present was Court. And with closer inspection I realized the present was a pair of very expensive designer shoes. There were more people there too but they were all in the background giving me envious looks, and looking away with shame. I admired the picture for a little bit longer, realizing I had done this. I had managed to become friends with and group together the most popular girls at Mason Middle and in the process becoming the most popular of them all. I have a group of friends and everyone wants to be in it, and I'm the ring leader. This group, everyone calls the potato club. Everything I've ever wanted. A voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help me fix my hair?" I turned and there was Ginger Danod my best friend.
"Definitely help." I replied. Picking up a brush I asked,
"How do you want it done?"
"However you see fit."
"That was the answer I was hoping for."
"I know."
I smiled, sometimes it felt good to have someone who could read my mind.
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