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basically my first slumber party since middle school with anyone other than Junior. And even then my sleepovers were far from normal. We’d pass out early after watching a movie. We never had girl talk. But they were fun since Junior and I got to hang out longer than usual.
“I got a couple after class. I have…” she starts to say, pulling out a red labeled bag, filled with thin boxes. “ Amityville Horror, Legally Blonde, Hunger Games, and Across the Universe . I got everything we could ever want.” She smiles, clearly proud of her bizarre movie selection.
“You got a chick flick, a scary movie, an action movie, and a musical?” I try to confirm, shaking my head at how odd it is. I give her a crazy look since that’s exactly what she is: crazy.
“Well, when you say it like that it sounds weird.” She laughs to herself. There’s a powerful knock at the door that shuts us both up. My adrenaline skyrockets, sending my pulse into a frenzy. Kara and I share a quick glance and then break into action.
“Hey!” Kara calls out, emphasizing the word while swinging the door wide open so they can walk through. Megan jogs in first and gives me a huge hug, making me giggle as I stumble backwards over the heavily blanketed floor.
Lisa walks in next, but she barely glances my way as she struts by with a pizza box in hand. She puts it on the desk and jumps up on Kara’s bed, crossing her legs at the ankle and fixing herself so she looks proper. I watch her sneakily, through a curtain of brown hair. Her pretentious self is prim on the bed, her dainty little hands clasped over her lap. She’s like straight out of a magazine for desperate housewives in training.
“What’s the plan?” Megan’s voice is giddy with excitement. I can tell she loves this sort of thing while my lack of experience is pathetic. She has that whole bookish-babe thing going on, but she’s really outgoing when she’s not in class—apparently so. I like how fun she is. It lifts me up and lightens my own mood. The only thing that bothers me about Megan is her relationship with Lisa. The way she lets herself get taken for granted. But it’s not my business, and I’m not good enough friends with her to say anything. It’s way too early to rock the boat.
“Well, Kara got some movies, and we have food, so want to eat and watch first?” I suggest, eyeing the pizza across the room as if it’s the last parcel on earth. My stomach agrees with the notion, grumbling along with me as I inch towards it like a zombie to flesh. I was so excited today that I forgot to eat, minus the smoothie at lunch, but that doesn’t even count—it’s not real food.
“Before we eat, let’s do some makeovers,” Lisa cuts in, trying to sell her idea to the group. She reaches towards the desk and then swings her arm around, creating a large wave of air. The orb-like circle captures three bottles of nail polish inside of it and they float right behind me onto Lisa’s lap. How did she do that?
“If we do makeovers, and then eat, the makeup will get ruined, though,” I whine, being sure to make eye contact with both Kara and Megan, pleading my own case. I know I’m playing with fire here by starting a war, but when I’m hungry; I’m freaking hungry. Lisa probably doesn’t eat anyway so what’s she care?
“She’s right. Eat first; makeup later.” Kara walks in front of me towards the pizza box. She opens it and snarls. “Seriously? You brought salad?” Kara icily stares at Lisa, turning her nose up at the cold, vegetable laden pizza.
“I told you I was. It’s the healthiest choice, and we can all benefit from losing a few pounds.” She gestures to the girls, then adds, “some more than others.” A smirk makes its way to her face and directs itself my way as if the comment was made just for me—which it probably was. I would love to wipe that smirk right off her face with my fist but hold back, knowing that Kara is friends with
“I got a couple after class. I have…” she starts to say, pulling out a red labeled bag, filled with thin boxes. “ Amityville Horror, Legally Blonde, Hunger Games, and Across the Universe . I got everything we could ever want.” She smiles, clearly proud of her bizarre movie selection.
“You got a chick flick, a scary movie, an action movie, and a musical?” I try to confirm, shaking my head at how odd it is. I give her a crazy look since that’s exactly what she is: crazy.
“Well, when you say it like that it sounds weird.” She laughs to herself. There’s a powerful knock at the door that shuts us both up. My adrenaline skyrockets, sending my pulse into a frenzy. Kara and I share a quick glance and then break into action.
“Hey!” Kara calls out, emphasizing the word while swinging the door wide open so they can walk through. Megan jogs in first and gives me a huge hug, making me giggle as I stumble backwards over the heavily blanketed floor.
Lisa walks in next, but she barely glances my way as she struts by with a pizza box in hand. She puts it on the desk and jumps up on Kara’s bed, crossing her legs at the ankle and fixing herself so she looks proper. I watch her sneakily, through a curtain of brown hair. Her pretentious self is prim on the bed, her dainty little hands clasped over her lap. She’s like straight out of a magazine for desperate housewives in training.
“What’s the plan?” Megan’s voice is giddy with excitement. I can tell she loves this sort of thing while my lack of experience is pathetic. She has that whole bookish-babe thing going on, but she’s really outgoing when she’s not in class—apparently so. I like how fun she is. It lifts me up and lightens my own mood. The only thing that bothers me about Megan is her relationship with Lisa. The way she lets herself get taken for granted. But it’s not my business, and I’m not good enough friends with her to say anything. It’s way too early to rock the boat.
“Well, Kara got some movies, and we have food, so want to eat and watch first?” I suggest, eyeing the pizza across the room as if it’s the last parcel on earth. My stomach agrees with the notion, grumbling along with me as I inch towards it like a zombie to flesh. I was so excited today that I forgot to eat, minus the smoothie at lunch, but that doesn’t even count—it’s not real food.
“Before we eat, let’s do some makeovers,” Lisa cuts in, trying to sell her idea to the group. She reaches towards the desk and then swings her arm around, creating a large wave of air. The orb-like circle captures three bottles of nail polish inside of it and they float right behind me onto Lisa’s lap. How did she do that?
“If we do makeovers, and then eat, the makeup will get ruined, though,” I whine, being sure to make eye contact with both Kara and Megan, pleading my own case. I know I’m playing with fire here by starting a war, but when I’m hungry; I’m freaking hungry. Lisa probably doesn’t eat anyway so what’s she care?
“She’s right. Eat first; makeup later.” Kara walks in front of me towards the pizza box. She opens it and snarls. “Seriously? You brought salad?” Kara icily stares at Lisa, turning her nose up at the cold, vegetable laden pizza.
“I told you I was. It’s the healthiest choice, and we can all benefit from losing a few pounds.” She gestures to the girls, then adds, “some more than others.” A smirk makes its way to her face and directs itself my way as if the comment was made just for me—which it probably was. I would love to wipe that smirk right off her face with my fist but hold back, knowing that Kara is friends with
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