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correcting her answers or her behavior. She’s usually treated like a freakin’ goddess in class.
Spanish goes by fast. Reviewing basic words and simple phrases that can be used regularly in school. It’s a good thing I don’t need my notes. The work is easy, but it’s embarrassing to speak aloud.
Steph is the most embarrassed of all of us. Since she’s Mexican, I mean...American of Mexican descent, she is expected to know Spanish. And, she’s supposed to be able to speak it with an accent. However, Steph’s Spanish is about as good as ours. She is like fiftieth generation born here, she only knows English. No accent necessary.
Fourth period already ? Wow, I can get used to this skipping class thing. It’s so easy. It can definitely become a habit, if it weren’t for the loads of work I’d miss.
ASB begins like usual. Utter chaos.
Students file in little by little, some grabbing lunch first before heading in. Since first lunch starts at the same time, some students opt to eat during class. It’s not like they’re going to get into trouble. It’s like we have free rein to do whatever we want. Well, maybe not us freshmen, but the seniors can definitely do whatever the hell they please.
Mr. Mitchell rings his own bell about fifteen minutes into the period. Everyone gathers into the classroom and waits for their name to be called. Mr. Mitchell always calls roll, every day at the same time. If you’re not here when he calls your name, you’re marked absent. I’m always here so it doesn’t matter much to me. I catch on quick though. Once he calls roll, students just come and go as they please, and some actually leave and never come back.
Before excusing everyone, the next project is announced—rally committee will begin working on the Homecoming Rally and the activities committee must get started with the dance. Like always, Steph and Amy part ways with Keesh and me, to meet up with our committees. All the details for the dance are pretty much complete. The place where the dance is held takes care of everything. So our committee chair just asks for volunteers to sell tickets at lunch. The upperclassmen fill the slots before Keesh and I have a chance to even raise our hands.
The lunch bell rings and we’re the first in line for our healthy snack, another perk of being in ASB. We can get in line before the bell rings so we always have our lunch before other students can even make it out of their classrooms.
The four of us sit under our tree and begin to eat quietly. I think about what Keesha said this morning. Will Amy sit with us or is she going to ditch us for Alex and the football team? I have a feeling Steph and Keesha are thinking the same thing.
It isn’t long before Amy whips out her brand new cell and touches the screen. She smiles, her cheeks flush as she reads the text. She gathers her stuff quickly, fumbling over her food and trying to get her stuff inside her bag. I know where she is going. We all do.
“Hey, guys, I’ll be back in a bit,” she mutters. “I’m gonna go chill with Alex for a while.”
“Have fun," I manage to say to her with a fake smile.
“Don’t hurry on our account,” Keesh says, sarcastically.
Steph doesn’t say anything. She just smiles. Although, it looks about as sincere as mine.
“Okay, bye,” Amy mumbles as she walks away.
This is it.
Our tight-knit, real-life Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants —well, without the pants, or the travel—is coming to an end. This is just the beginning. I can feel it. We’re not the same girls who were inseparable only just a few weeks ago. It’s all changing now—just one guy, okay one freakin’ hot guy, can do so much damage. What happened to “friends are forever, boys whatever”? Even though Amy is with the guy of my dreams, I don’t want us to...just...fall apart.
The four of us have been through so much together over the years. We’ve balanced each other out. Steph has always been the sensible one to the
Spanish goes by fast. Reviewing basic words and simple phrases that can be used regularly in school. It’s a good thing I don’t need my notes. The work is easy, but it’s embarrassing to speak aloud.
Steph is the most embarrassed of all of us. Since she’s Mexican, I mean...American of Mexican descent, she is expected to know Spanish. And, she’s supposed to be able to speak it with an accent. However, Steph’s Spanish is about as good as ours. She is like fiftieth generation born here, she only knows English. No accent necessary.
Fourth period already ? Wow, I can get used to this skipping class thing. It’s so easy. It can definitely become a habit, if it weren’t for the loads of work I’d miss.
ASB begins like usual. Utter chaos.
Students file in little by little, some grabbing lunch first before heading in. Since first lunch starts at the same time, some students opt to eat during class. It’s not like they’re going to get into trouble. It’s like we have free rein to do whatever we want. Well, maybe not us freshmen, but the seniors can definitely do whatever the hell they please.
Mr. Mitchell rings his own bell about fifteen minutes into the period. Everyone gathers into the classroom and waits for their name to be called. Mr. Mitchell always calls roll, every day at the same time. If you’re not here when he calls your name, you’re marked absent. I’m always here so it doesn’t matter much to me. I catch on quick though. Once he calls roll, students just come and go as they please, and some actually leave and never come back.
Before excusing everyone, the next project is announced—rally committee will begin working on the Homecoming Rally and the activities committee must get started with the dance. Like always, Steph and Amy part ways with Keesh and me, to meet up with our committees. All the details for the dance are pretty much complete. The place where the dance is held takes care of everything. So our committee chair just asks for volunteers to sell tickets at lunch. The upperclassmen fill the slots before Keesh and I have a chance to even raise our hands.
The lunch bell rings and we’re the first in line for our healthy snack, another perk of being in ASB. We can get in line before the bell rings so we always have our lunch before other students can even make it out of their classrooms.
The four of us sit under our tree and begin to eat quietly. I think about what Keesha said this morning. Will Amy sit with us or is she going to ditch us for Alex and the football team? I have a feeling Steph and Keesha are thinking the same thing.
It isn’t long before Amy whips out her brand new cell and touches the screen. She smiles, her cheeks flush as she reads the text. She gathers her stuff quickly, fumbling over her food and trying to get her stuff inside her bag. I know where she is going. We all do.
“Hey, guys, I’ll be back in a bit,” she mutters. “I’m gonna go chill with Alex for a while.”
“Have fun," I manage to say to her with a fake smile.
“Don’t hurry on our account,” Keesh says, sarcastically.
Steph doesn’t say anything. She just smiles. Although, it looks about as sincere as mine.
“Okay, bye,” Amy mumbles as she walks away.
This is it.
Our tight-knit, real-life Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants —well, without the pants, or the travel—is coming to an end. This is just the beginning. I can feel it. We’re not the same girls who were inseparable only just a few weeks ago. It’s all changing now—just one guy, okay one freakin’ hot guy, can do so much damage. What happened to “friends are forever, boys whatever”? Even though Amy is with the guy of my dreams, I don’t want us to...just...fall apart.
The four of us have been through so much together over the years. We’ve balanced each other out. Steph has always been the sensible one to the
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