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laugh. Just about everything the girl was, everything she did, was so alien to Laurie's thinking and behavior that Linda was like a visitor from another planet. Whereas Laurie's beauty was modestly contained in quiet clothing and hairstyle, Linda wore skin-tight jeans and sweaters and bright ribbons in her hair that virtually shouted sex here! to anyone with eyes to see.
Linda had never learned to moderate her voice, so everything she said was an announcement or a declaration, supported by gesticulating hands that never seemed to be burdened by such impediments as books or schoolwork.
The girl's friends had unanimously elected her president of the In-Word of the Month Club. Linda was a lightning rod for trendy phrases, which she used to exhaustion for a month, then dropped from her vocabulary forever, to everyone's immense relief. Three months ago it had been weird ; two months ago, gross ; last month, she was calling everyone "Jack." This month's word was totally .
"It's totally insane! We have three new cheers to learn in the morning, the game in the afternoon, I get my hair done at five, and the dance at eight. I'll be totally wiped out!"
"I think you have too much to do tomorrow," Laurie observed needlessly.
" Totally! " Linda replied, even more needlessly.
Laurie sighed. "As usual, I don't have anything to do."
"It's your own fault, and I don't feel sorry for you," Linda declared as they turned a corner onto a shady avenue. "Look at you, Laurie Strode. You dress like a fugitive from Miss Prudence's School for Proper Young Virgins. Your hair is totally plain. You wear no makeup at all, no eyeshadow, not even lipstick. If you're hoping to catch a boy, forget it. You couldn't catch a frog the way you look."
"Thanks a lot!"
"Don't get insulted. You know perfectly well how pretty I think you are. But you go around like being pretty is embarrassing. I don't think anyone in Haddonfield knows if you have any boobs, you're always hiding them behind a stack of books that would bring a Sumo wrestler to his knees, for God's sake! And that walk!"
Laurie was shaking with laughter. "Enough!"
"That walk!" Linda shouted her down, really warming to the subject. "With all those books and bags, you look like a drunken mountain-goat with an injured . . ."
"Hey Linda, Laurie!"
They didn't have to turn around to recognize Annie's strident voice, which Linda had characterized once as so sharp it could shatter a hero sandwich. Their inseparable friend slid between them and their pace doubled. Annie was always in a rush, though no one was ever able to figure out why. She rushed to get somewhere and rushed to get out of there. She rushed to eat, but then found herself with so much time on her hands she'd complain about being bored. She was dark-haired, with abundant ringlets that glinted auburn in the late afternoon sunlight. She wore a red sweater and a sweater-vest over that, but it did very little to moderate the thrust of a very large pair of breasts that jiggled unharnessed beneath the fabric. Despite the trends, most of the teenage girls in Haddonfield chose not to disdain bras, either because of traditional midwestern modesty or parental restrictions. But Annie, whose father was the town sheriff, cared not a whit about traditional midwestern modesty or parental restrictions. She not only had been the first of her crowd to abandon her bra, she had been the first to abandon her virginity. Linda had been the second to sleep with a boy, and now the two girls talked about "it" like connoisseurs talking about three-star French restaurants.
"Why didn't you wait for me?" Annie panted.
"We did," said Linda. "Fifteen minutes. You never showed up."
"That's not true. Here I am."
"What's wrong?" Laurie asked. "You're not smiling."
"I'll never smile again. Paul dragged me into the boy's locker room . . ."
"I'd smile plenty if a boy did that to me!" Linda said exuberantly.
"Exploring uncharted territory?" Laurie asked.
"It's been
Linda had never learned to moderate her voice, so everything she said was an announcement or a declaration, supported by gesticulating hands that never seemed to be burdened by such impediments as books or schoolwork.
The girl's friends had unanimously elected her president of the In-Word of the Month Club. Linda was a lightning rod for trendy phrases, which she used to exhaustion for a month, then dropped from her vocabulary forever, to everyone's immense relief. Three months ago it had been weird ; two months ago, gross ; last month, she was calling everyone "Jack." This month's word was totally .
"It's totally insane! We have three new cheers to learn in the morning, the game in the afternoon, I get my hair done at five, and the dance at eight. I'll be totally wiped out!"
"I think you have too much to do tomorrow," Laurie observed needlessly.
" Totally! " Linda replied, even more needlessly.
Laurie sighed. "As usual, I don't have anything to do."
"It's your own fault, and I don't feel sorry for you," Linda declared as they turned a corner onto a shady avenue. "Look at you, Laurie Strode. You dress like a fugitive from Miss Prudence's School for Proper Young Virgins. Your hair is totally plain. You wear no makeup at all, no eyeshadow, not even lipstick. If you're hoping to catch a boy, forget it. You couldn't catch a frog the way you look."
"Thanks a lot!"
"Don't get insulted. You know perfectly well how pretty I think you are. But you go around like being pretty is embarrassing. I don't think anyone in Haddonfield knows if you have any boobs, you're always hiding them behind a stack of books that would bring a Sumo wrestler to his knees, for God's sake! And that walk!"
Laurie was shaking with laughter. "Enough!"
"That walk!" Linda shouted her down, really warming to the subject. "With all those books and bags, you look like a drunken mountain-goat with an injured . . ."
"Hey Linda, Laurie!"
They didn't have to turn around to recognize Annie's strident voice, which Linda had characterized once as so sharp it could shatter a hero sandwich. Their inseparable friend slid between them and their pace doubled. Annie was always in a rush, though no one was ever able to figure out why. She rushed to get somewhere and rushed to get out of there. She rushed to eat, but then found herself with so much time on her hands she'd complain about being bored. She was dark-haired, with abundant ringlets that glinted auburn in the late afternoon sunlight. She wore a red sweater and a sweater-vest over that, but it did very little to moderate the thrust of a very large pair of breasts that jiggled unharnessed beneath the fabric. Despite the trends, most of the teenage girls in Haddonfield chose not to disdain bras, either because of traditional midwestern modesty or parental restrictions. But Annie, whose father was the town sheriff, cared not a whit about traditional midwestern modesty or parental restrictions. She not only had been the first of her crowd to abandon her bra, she had been the first to abandon her virginity. Linda had been the second to sleep with a boy, and now the two girls talked about "it" like connoisseurs talking about three-star French restaurants.
"Why didn't you wait for me?" Annie panted.
"We did," said Linda. "Fifteen minutes. You never showed up."
"That's not true. Here I am."
"What's wrong?" Laurie asked. "You're not smiling."
"I'll never smile again. Paul dragged me into the boy's locker room . . ."
"I'd smile plenty if a boy did that to me!" Linda said exuberantly.
"Exploring uncharted territory?" Laurie asked.
"It's been
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