Welcome to Rydell High! It's 1959 in sunshine-filled California. Kathryn starts public school at Rydell after a big move from her rural town due to her behavior. When her mother enrolled her into Rydell, she had no idea that this would just empower...
Frenchy smiled at me and I returned the favor meant to lighten up the mood of the table.
"How are classes going?" She asked, holding her head upon her elbow.
"Hopefully good enough to make my mother not too terribly disappointed." I half smiled as I picked at my food.
She rolled her pink-coated satin lips together.
"They are fine, I'm being dramatic." I threw my napkin to the center of my tray, patting Frenchy's hand with my palm.
"As long as ya' not failing, you're all good in my book!" Marty ran both of her palms through the air as if wiping a slate clean.
Sandy and Jan were taking part in some quiet side conversation I noticed as I looked over to observe Rizzo's eyes which seemed to be looking out for someone.
"Game tonight ladies?" Jan asked pulling her hair in front of her shoulders.
"Yep, gotta get my kicks," Riz purred lowly.
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Football games in which most go to stand propped against their cars for hours on end.
Before I came to Rydell, I'd be itching by the time came around to finally leave these scrimmages that turned into ride-alongs. I had this mental inventory of how these evenings went for the Scorpions which made me shiver as my shoes plummeted into the dirt out near the field.
They'd be here, I told myself, but this was almost inevitable. The hype was even shared with all of the squares for this game, though by the chatter, it didn't even seem as if we'd enter the field.
I felt quite stupid as if I was placing myself in the lion's den.
I wore my own personal leather jacket without the tainted lettering that symbolized the hold. I fidgeted with my tighter blue top beneath it, pulling at the ends. I shuffled away from a concession counter I spotted on the drive into the parking area. A few lights lit the grey space as I shook my hair down to cover up my truly cold cheeks on the walk back to my car. I held several glass bottles of pop, under my left arm and dangled the keys in the grasp of my other hand.
The dread of the night felt like a pulsing in the midst of my chest. The headlights of dispersed cars lit my fabric covered legs as I spotted my car in the distance, alongside its new addition, Rizzo's 48' Studebaker. The pink reflected off my car's silver edges as I finally made my way around to my driver's side, leaning over the smooth seat and securing the drinks in the passenger seat.
"Nice, Kat." Jan's voice cut through the dense air as she motioned towards my backside. I slid around in my seat to face them, pulling the door shut in front of me.
"Glad you made it," Rizzo said. Her wrists laid propped on the white steering wheel holding her pack of cigarettes.
I propped my elbows on the rim of my door. I smiled. "Me too," I shared. Over the past few days, I had given several excuses or hints that I may not be able to make it. These white lies still just didn't seem to stick to me it seems as I am here. I couldn't bring myself to run away. I felt like my unveiling would happen likely at a point in time, no matter if I was present or not.
A single, cocky remark from one of those pains could lead to my casting out.
I settled back into my seat as the ladies were rather quiet, each paying attention to something different. Marty applied deep pink lipstick, Frenchy fixed Jan's coarse hair from the bench backseat, and Jan bit at her nails while skimming the radio stations.
Staring ahead to the above football lights, I questioned if tonight would be my downfall.
