" good morning mom." I said as i walked throught the kitchen.
"Hunny go change." She said in an annoyed voice.
"No. I like this outfit." I said rubbing my hands over my stomach.
"Sweety you look like a...... Prostitute."
"Thanks mom." I get that alot. I just ignore the haters. I have an amazing boyfriend. And i have great looks.
She gave me a look.
"Mom its just a little stomach showing." I said which was true. It was just a little stomach.....
"Sweety. Boys are going to get the wrong idea." She air quoted the word "idea" i walked out the door and got into the car.
"Hunny." Mom said as she got into the car. I was in the passenger seat.
" you know i love you. But you are an 8th grader. You shouldnt be wearing stuff like that." She looked at me as she started the engine.
"Mom. Look. Im going to wear what i want. And it just expresses me." I said. She groaned and started to drive. I started putting my makeup on. This year i was determined to become the popular one. Last year it was some chick in 8th grade and since 6th through 8th shared the same hallway. She was older and everyone thought she was the coolest. Now its my turn. Mom pulled into the parking lot.
" love you sweety" she said and kissed the top of my head.
"Love you to mom." I said and got out of the car. I run up to my boyfriend, Josh Miller. The star of the 8th grade basketball team.
"Hey baby" he said kissing my lips. I missed that feeling.... Havnt seen him all summer......
"Hey." I said tightly hugging him
He grabbed my hand and then said something i didnt like.
"Have you seen the two new girls? One is in our grade the other is in sixth i think. They are pretty cute." He chuckled and smiled
"New girls!?" I whispered to myself.
