* ~ Chapter 1 ~*
"Anna," my best friend, Kirsten, yelled from across the hall. I turned
around and saw both Kirsten and Gordon behind me. Usually, we all met after
school to do our homework together, but today I was in a hurry. Today was
the first day of dance class.
It was early August when we had just started high school. Kirsten
described our freshman year as "The best year of our lives." She said high
school was the next best thing to college, where you live on your own in
dorm rooms. Kirsten seemed to be having the time of her life, and so did
Gordon, but I didn't seem to see anything different about high school than
middle school. You switch classes, have lockers, and get assigned homework.
Everything seemed to be the same.
"What do you mean it's the same?" Gordon had asked me.
" Yeah, we have a whole new dress code," Kirsten had agreed.
In middle school, the dress code wasn't necessary. They made us wear belts
and tuck in our shirts. For a while we could only wear solid colored
shirts, but enough of the parents complained, so they changed it so that we
could wear any shirt. Kirsten insisted that tucking her shirt into her
pants made her hips look big, so she survived middle school by wearing
dresses and overalls. According to Kirsten, high school was much better
than middle school, but even if the dress code was different, all the other
rules were still the same.
"Why are you in a hurry Anna?"Gordon asked me.
"Gordon, I've been talking about the first day of dance for weeks. See?" I
said, holding up my bag with my ballet and pointe shoes in it.
"You're still doing dance?" Kirsten asked surprised. "I thought you were
going to quit in high school because of all the homework."
"No," I exclaimed. " Besides, we have just as much homework as last year."
"But Anna, it's only the third week of school. Real homework doesn't even
get assigned until the sixth week."
I knew that she was probably right, but I loved dancing and I wasn't going
to quit. "I'm sure I can handle it."
"Okay," she said.
I rolled my eyes. Kirsten had been wanting for me to quit dance since the
seventh grade. She insisted that we never spent enough time together, even
though I only danced two days a week. She'd really been trying to get me to
quit when she wanted to try out for the football team, but when the coach
said no, her parents had agreed that football just wasn't for girls. I
didn't really think that it was right. Just because her parents believed
that football wasn't for girls that she should be forced to give up her
dreams and have to give up what she wanted to do, but Kirsten did seem to
hold her parents' choice against my choice, and she would always complain
about how busy I was with dance. It was as if she wasn't allowed to do what
she enjoyed, I wasn't either.
"Kirsten, it's only two days a week," I reminded her. "Besides, you know
how much this means to me. We can still hang out on the weekends."
"It won't be the same. Anna, I know it won't," she said. "All you'll talk
about are your pointe shoes, or complain about something."
I rolled my eyes. "What if I promise you that I will not talk about dance
while I'm with you."
Kirsten had that glare in her eye. That glare that meant she was up to
something. "What are you going to give me if you break that promise?"
"Uh, I'll give you ten dollars."
Kirsten held out her hand to shake on it. Normally, I don't gamble, but it
was only ten dollars that I could easily earn back from allowance. I shook
Kirsten's hand and then our discussion ended.
"I'm glad that you guys are done with your argument," Gordon said as we
stepped outside into the parking lot. When we stepped outside, we were
immediately greeted by the fresh scent of daisy's, which grew all around
the school. The grass was cut very short and was never high, like a golf
corse. The bricks were a rusty red color and on the front of the building
were the gold letters Lakedale High Schools. It seemed like one of the
schools that people dream about going to with everything in order and
everything in place, but it wasn't any different from any other school. You
still got detention if you were misbehaving, you still got A's if you
studied, and you were sometimes late to class because of the bell.
Every day, after the last bell rang, the whole school let out at once, and
everyone in the school went out into the parking lot where the busses were,
along with the cars. Once you spotted your ride, you immediately went to it
before they left. If by chance you missed your ride, they made you sit in
the principal's office until your parents came to pick you up. One time I
had to stay after school for the A&B club and they sent me to the office to
give Principal York a note. There was a group of boys there, all of which
were friends, and Mr. York was yelling at all of them for loitering on
school property. I didn't know if it was like that every day, but I hoped
not. Once I told Kirsten and Gordon about this, we all made sure we never
missed our rides. If any of us were caught like that, we'd be grounded for
months, and if I were caught in that situation, I'd probably be kicked out
of the A&B club.
"Hey, I've got to go guys. My bus is here," Gordon said as he headed
toward the bus. I watched him run to the bus to be the first one on to get
a back seat. It was cool for people to sit in the back seats at our school
because you were far from the bus driver. People only did it so they could
break the rules, like talk on their cell phones. They did really crazy
things. I heard that one guy even mooned a truck driver. If you asked me,
I'd say it was all nonsense. I didn't understand why people thought it was
neat and cool to break the rules. It only got you into trouble if you were
caught, and that's what people only thought. If you were caught. They
decided to take a fifty-fifty chance on it, and with as much security as
there is today because of all the shoplifting and kidnaping, they should
know that more than likely, they're going to be caught.
I looked across the parking lot to find my mother waving at me to hurry
"Kirsten, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good luck today," she said, but secretly, I knew she wanted me to do
badly so I would be kicked out of class. I just didn't understand it. Why
does she not like me to have fun without her?
"Hey Anna," my mom said to me as I hopped into her car. "Ready for the
first day of dance?"
"Yeah," I said feeling down. I didn't know how a person could go from
feeling so excited too so depressed instantly. The way that Kirsten had
been so cross about me taking dance had affected me. It hurt that she
couldn't accept the fact that dancing was my sport, even if it wasn't
considered cool in Lakedale. Dancing is what I did for fun. While everybody
else tackled each other and scored a field goal, I spun turns and leaped
jetes. It felt so painful that my best friend and I didn't see eye to eye
with what to do after school. She acted as if ballet was something I
planned to do my whole life. Sure dance was something I loved, but I didn't
plan to make a career out of it. I wanted to be a journalist and write for
a newspaper. Ballerinas had to stay on a special diet and had to be a
certain height. I was already 5'7, but I had about another inch to grow. I
was already too tall to be a ballerina anyway. Sometimes, Kirsten made
me feel guilty, but after I thought about it for a while, I realized that
it was silly to feel guilty to do something I loved. She really made me
feel guilty because she didn't dance. Since she wasn't able to play
football, something she loved and wanted to play, it made me feel sad that
I was able to do what I loved either way. About the only thing Kirsten and
I could do together was swimming, but my mom had already closed up our
pool, so we had to weight until next summer.
It really hurt that Kirsten kept trying to get me to quit dancing. She
just didn't realize how much ballet made me happy. I had a few friends who
took dance with me, but they all went to different schools. I often wished
that I could have just one friend who would hang out in our trio to talk
about dance with. Someone that would truly understand me and understood me
for who I was, not by what I did.
"So how was school today?" my mom asked me when we were halfway to the
dance studio. Half the time, I thought my mom was physic. She knew when we
had a bad day and she tended to stay quiet.
"It was okay," I answered.
After about three minutes, my mom broke the long silence between us. "Come
on Anna. You need to cheer up."
See, I told you, she's physic.
"Oh, I'm fine, it's just Kirsten was a little disappointed that we
couldn't hang out today."
"Oh," she said. "Well, if that's it, than it's probably no big deal. She
knows that you have dance classes two days a week just like the past two
"Yeah," I said. "She was just disappointed because she wanted to do
something today, but I'm sure we can do it another day." I knew it wasn't
the whole truth, but I didn't want mom to ask what was wrong and for me to
have to explain how I felt.
"I guess you can. Your brother called me earlier and said he had a new
I rolled my eyes. My older brother, Tim, had just gone to college. He was
only seventeen because he had skipped a grade and he had a new girlfriend
almost every week. Tim always said that he was always in love with his
girlfriend and knew that she was the one. If you asked me, I'd say that
love was really kind of stupid. It was something that teenagers pretended
to be in so they could be cool. Everyone, it seemed, had either a boyfriend
or a girlfriend and their relationships lasted two weeks tops. To me, love
wasn't really serious until you couldn't stop thinking about the other
person and you felt that you couldn't live without them, but sometimes, I
secretly wished, even on my birthday when it was time to blow out the
candles, that someone could love me. Not the type of love that teenagers
are in, but real love, like how you feel when you can't live without your
boyfriend and you couldn't even imagine how life without him would be, but
I knew that stuff like that was impossible at my age. After all, I was only
I quicky grabbed my dance bag as we pulled into the parking lot. I was
very excited now. It's funny how you can go from being depressed one
minute, to be happy the next, and all it took for me was looking at a
small, tiny studio with dancers inside getting ready to do warm-ups and
seeing their teacher again after the summer break.
"Bye Anna, have fun. I'll pick you up at five thirty," mom said as I shut
the door to the car. I turned around, holding my heavy bag, and faced the
studio, ready to go inside.
I've always enjoyed coming to Lakedale Dance Academy, even since when I
first started when I was four. Even though the studio had only one room, I
still enjoyed being there. It was located on the same highway that my
school was on, just about five miles away. It was in one of those buildings
with several rooms to rent. I enjoyed the studio even more because a couple
rooms down was a Sub Depot. I'd been eating down there every week after
dance, and I knew Shirley, the manager, very well from all my visits. Since
I always went down there, she'd give me discounts and free water.
As soon as I saw my friend, Vicky, step out of her mom's car, I waved.
"Hey, are you ready?"
"Yup," she said. "As always."
We walked in the building together and stepped into two unoccupied
dressing rooms. The changing rooms were just closets with white curtains
for a door. I had always been a little uncomfortable changing in them
because all it would take is for a breeze from opening the door to make the
curtain fly up. I knew that it didn't matter any way, since it was just us
Class didn't start until four o' clock, and I had ten minutes to be ready.
I grabbed my new black leotard and jazz pants out of my bag to get dressed.
"We're here Jamie," I heard a woman say from outside my dressing room.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make new friends today. Now get in a
dressing room to get changed."
I heard the door shut and the rustle of curtains.
Poor Jamie, I thought. She must be so sad having to move to a new studio
where she doesn't know anybody.
As soon as I was finished changing, I stepped outside and was immediately
greeted by a big mass of red hair.
"Vicky!" I exclaimed, laughing.
"Sorry," she said smiling. "I'm trying to put up my hair. It's so hard now
that I've cut it."
Vicky tried to keep her hair in place by sticking dozens of butterfly
clips on the back of her head with her hair flipped over. Then she quicky
put her hair up in a ponytail. Once she lifted her head up, her hair was
sticking out everywhere, but it was still out of her face.
"How's that?" she asked me.
"Well, it's certainly up," I joked.
Vicky laughed, her cheeks red, which made her blue eyes appear even bluer.
Vicky often complained about having red hair and blue eyes, but she didn't
mind that she was full-blood Irish. I thought it was neat that all her
ancestors came from Ireland. It was different with me. I was one eighth
Irish, three eighths Swedish, and one half Cherokee. It was really
confusing to figure out where my ancestors came from. The Cherokee Indians
were already in America when the English started coming over.
We all sat down by the stereo, waiting for our teacher, Buffy. Buffy was
very short and petite. I'd often wondered if she had even been a Ballerina
once, but knew she hadn't. We had first come to the studio when it had
first opened, and it was Buffy's first year teaching. She was very young at
the time, I'd say about twenty-one because she had just graduated college.
Even if she had been a ballerina, she would have told us. Buffy told us
everything, even stuff that was embarrassing, like when she had gotten her
first pimple. She said it was big and red. She said that she thought that
she was going to die of skin cancer. We all had a laugh from that.
"Hello class," Buffy said, smiling from ear to ear. "I see that we've
changed a lot over the summer."
I saw Vicky blush a little.
"As you may know, Claire has moved to Utah and will not be having classes
with us anymore."
Many people started whispering and asking each other "Why?"
"Don't worry everyone," Buffy said, trying to quiet everyone down. "We
have a new student who will be in class with us today."
"Who?" Rochelle, a girl who was very nosey, asked.
"Jamie," Buffy said, "will be attending our class today. Right now,
however, Jamie's in the dressing room changing, but will be out in a
I heard curtains rustle toward the front of the studio, but before I could
turn around Buffy said, "Ladies, Jamie is now ready to join class with us."
Everyone turned around to see a boy with brown curly hair wearing black
pants and a T-shirt.
Immediately, everyone started whispering.
"Why is he here?"
"Did he walk into the wrong building?"
"Maybe he meant to go to Sub Depot."
"What if he tries to sneak in my dressing room?"
"What's with the name Jamie?"
"OH MY GOD HE'S A BOY!" Rochelle yelled, causing everyone to laugh, even
"Well duh, Rochelle," Cindy, Rochelle's friend, hollered laughing.
I looked at Rochelle, to see if she was embarrassed, but I was surprised
not to see her cheeks turning red. Rochelle always made everyone laugh,
even if she was a little nosey.
"Okay class," Buffy said once the laughter died down. "Since the last time
we danced was in May, we're just going to do warm-ups out on the floor.
Once we're done, we'll sit down and introduce ourselves to Jamie. Take you
place out on the floor while I try to find some music."
Vicky and I hurried so we could be beside each other.
"I really want to know why he's a dancer," Vicky whispered to me.
"I know what you mean," I replied.
There were two boys who were twins who started dancing with me when I was
eight, but they quit when they were ten because it was embarrassing for
them at school. I didn't blame them either. It wasn't even cool for me to
dance at school. Imagine how bad it would be for boys. They would be teased
and picked on, but girls wouldn't. It was just the opposite of football.
Dancing was a girl's sport.
"Who's going to dance with him if there is a duet? I know Buffy and she'll
do a duet with him and some girl, and it's not going to be me," Vicky said
"It won't be me either," I said. "Not if I can help it."
* * *
" I can't believe he's actually dancing," I said to both Kirsten and Gordon
as I sat down at the lunch table with them during lunch period. Why did
Jamie think he could dance in ballet? Girls were more graceful than boys
were, not to mention ballet was a girl thing. If you had asked anyone in my
dance class, they would have said Jamie should have been in hip hop with
the rest of the boys.
"Who's he?" Kirsten asked me, clueless.
"Jamie. He's a new kid at our studio," I told her.
"What's wrong with him dancing?" Gordon asked. "I do it all the time at
parties and concerts. What's wrong with a little funky dance moves?"
I looked at him, "He dances ballet. In my class as well. With us girls."
Kirsten seemed to get my point and looked disgusted. "EW! Now I know what
Gordon stared at us, confused. "Uh, guys, you do realize that you're
discriminating against him?"
"So?" I said. "We're discriminated against as girls and you guys don't
even realize how it feels until it happens to you."
I just didn't get it! I wasn't really discriminating against Jamie. I was
just making a point. Ballet was really a girl thing and it was freaky to
see a guy doing it. It was like seeing a girl wearing a peace medallion way
to big for her around her neck with baggy pants, and a t-shirt way to big
for her. If it wasn't bad enough, one of the girls in my ballet class would
be dancing a duet with him for a dancing competition.
"Class," Buffy had said the day before, " since Jamie is dancing with us
from now on, I thought it would be neat if he performed a duet with one of
you girls for a statewide competition coming up in early November. Next
week, I will decide who will perform with him. Now, you don't have to
worry. I pretty much already know who it is, but on Thursday, we will do a
complete warm-up and a few moves across the floor so I can be sure the
person I choose is right."
"I'm going to do badly on purpose," Vicky then whispered to me. "That way
I know I won't be chosen."
"I don't think I will," I said. "She already knows who's going to be, so
it won't make a difference."
All I knew is that I was not going to be in the duet. It was hard enough
to even dance in the same room with him. Imagine how even more embarrassing
it would be to dance a duet with him. If I did got chosen, I would just
tell Buffy that it was impossible that I could make the practices, even if
she did know the real reason. I believed that Buffy knew that all the girls
didn't like the idea of having a boy in their class, but then again, what
"Yeah Gordon," Kirsten agreed with me. "What they did to me on the
football team was discrimination. Did you even confront the coach about it?
No! But you're going to confront Anna when she discriminated against guys!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Gordon yelled. "Sorry! I was just making a point! Stop
yelling at me!"
We all started to laugh.
"Sorry Gordon," I said, laughing.
"Yeah, sorry," Kirsten said.
"But with this Jamie guy in my class, things just couldn't get any worse,"
I told them. Almost instantly, as if fate had planned it, I heard someone
yell "Hey, Anna!" from across the cafeteria.
I turned around and almost came face to face with Jamie!
"Uh, Anna," Gordon said, "I think it just got worse."
What was he doing here? At my school? He was already in my dance class.
With my luck, he'd be in my gym class and see me in my gym clothes. What if
he was in any of my classes with Kirsten and me?
"Do you mind if I sit here guys?" Jamie asked us.
I couldn't just say no. After all, he was new at school, and he was in my
ballet class. I was the only person he knew here so far. "Sure," I said.
Jamie sat down right beside me. "So," he said," What classes do you have
"Gym, English, and then geometry," I told him. "Kirsten and Gordon have
English and gym with me."
"Cool! I have English with you guys," Jamie said. "Mrs. Morgan, right?"
"Yeah," I said. At least he wouldn't have gym with me, and I would
actually prefer that because he wouldn't see me in my gym clothes. It
didn't really matter though, because he would see me too days a week in a
tight leotard, and besides, I wouldn't be the only person in his English
class with him. Kirsten and Gordon would be there too.
"So," Gordon said, " did you see the race on Sunday?"
"Oh yeah! It was awesome!" Jamie cried.
Kirsten and I looked at each other. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to
have Jamie sit with us. Gordon would finally have something to talk about
besides purses and make-up anymore. He could talk about guy stuff with
Jamie instead of Kirsten and me.
"Oh crap!" I yelled.
"What," Jamie asked.
I reached into my purse and counted out ten dollars to give to Kirsten. "I
owe Kirsten ten dollars."
Everyone laughed, except for Jamie, who was confused. Once we explained it
to him, he laughed too. We all sat and talked until the lunch bell rang,
and I had to admit, having lunch with Jamie wasn't as bad as I thought. I
thought it'd be completely boring because he's a dancer, and all he'd talk
about was how cool it was that we went to the same school and the same
dance class, but he didn't. We all talked classes, gym teachers, movie
stars, and even a little about tofu. Kirsten even liked him as much as I
"He's not that bad Anna. Not as bad as I thought," she whispered to me
when Gordon and Jamie were talking about the races next Sunday.
I believe we were all a little disappointed when the bell rang to switch,
because we all groaned as we got up to put our trays away.
"They just never seem to give you enough time do they?" Kirsten said.
"Nope. They never even give you close to how much you need," I answered.
"We'll, I'm going to be going," Jamie said, " I talk to you in English,"
"Ok buddy," Gordon said to him as we walked out of the cafeteria and
headed to our lockers. Gordon had just called him buddy, but Jamie wasn't
part of our trio.I was once again mad at Jamie, and even a little confused.
How could you automatically call someone your buddy just because they ate
lunch with you once? Just because we sat at Lunch together didn't
automatically make him part of our group. Did it?
I sat outside Lakedale High, sitting on the steps leading up to the
school. It was already four o' clock. Thirty-minutes past the time my mom
was supposed to pick me up. I didn't have dance today, and I was a little
relieved. I was still sore from the day before doing warm-ups. I was
usually sore for the first two weeks after classes began, because of the
long summer break without dancing for three months, but after a while, I
hardly broke a sweat.
I was still confused about Jamie. Gordon had called him "buddy." He hardy
knew Jamie. He knew me before he ever saw Jamie, and if it wasn't for me,
Gordon wouldn't have even met Jamie. Gordon never called me "buddy" at all,
but then again, all Kirsten and I ever talked about were make-up and boys,
something Gordon could care less about. But, never less, it didn't matter.
How could you assume someone is your "buddy" by only eating lunch with him
once? You can't judge a person by seeing them once. I thought, but as soon
as I thought that, my stomach started aching. I figured out why Gordon was
complaining about me discriminating against Jamie. I'd never really met the
guy, I'd only danced two hours in a dance class with him.
Oh, Anna, I thought. How could you do this? If Jamie knew what you really
thought about him, he'd be really disappointed.
I wondered over and over again how I could stoop down to the level of the
southerners back during the time of slavery? How could I be so mean to
someone? I wasn't too sure if Jamie could forgive me if he ever found out
how I'd been complaining about him to my friends, but hopefully, Gordon and
Kirsten wouldn't blow my secret. I then decided, I wouldn't complain about
Jamie so much. I mean, after all, he did have the guts to dance ballet when
it wasn't even cool for me, so that was one good thing about him. He wasn't
ashamed to do something he loved, and no one could change his mind.
Maybe Jamie isn't so bad after all, I thought. And besides, just because I
don't mind the fact so much that he's a dancer, doesn't mean that I'm going
to dance in the duet with him.
To be honest, I wasn't too thrilled about Buffy's choice to make a girl
dance a duet with him because it seemed cute. Not to mention, dancing with
a boy, in any way to me, seemed romantic, and you were supposed to be in
love with the other person in order to dance right. You have to feel the
music and be able to dance with a partner that you're comfortable with in
order to become part of the music, to sway and flow with the music, just
like you are a part of the chorus and lyrics, only the part that's visible
to the human eye. You are the dancer, and you must entertain your audience,
and the only way that you can truly do that, is to become part of the
music. It's very similar to people who write, paint, or play an instrument.
People who do these things know that you have to become part of your work
to be able to make your work come to life for the viewer, and Buffy,
making one of the girls dance with Jamie, just simply couldn't be done.
Okay Anna, I told myself, Even though you don't mind Jamie as much as you
did, you will not dance in the duet with him.
I heard the door to the front of the building slam shut, but I didn't
bother to turn around. I had no business to see who it was. My only
business was to wait for my mom to come and pick me up.
"Hey Anna," someone yelled from behind me. I turned around at the mention
of my name, and came face to face with Jamie. All the guiltiness I felt
earlier was gone, and I despised Jamie with every nerve in my body.
"Hey," I said flatly.
"Did you get the English assignment that Ms. Morgan assigned today?" he
asked. How dare he? I thought. All he wants do is copy off my work, and see
how I got it.
"Yes, it's fairly easy. Diagraming sentences. It's just review," I
"Oh," he mumbled. "Well, I get a little confused with the adjective and
adverb part. I always get them confused, I'll get my mom to help me with
that," he paused a second, as if debating what to say. " Are you excited
about Buffy making a girl dance with me for a duet?"
"No, nobody in the class is," I answered.
"Yeah, I didn't want to do it either, but my mom is making me. She thinks
it'll be sweet and precious. Sometimes, I don't get her. She's the reason
that I'm dancing. If she hadn't signed me up when I was five, I wouldn't
have fallen in love with it, and now I'm stuck either way," he said, as if
he were complaining to me. How pathetic!
"Well, I started dancing because I thought it was fun, and it was," this
time, my voice wasn't as harsh and cruel as it had been before. Why, I
didn't know. He had taken my best friend, and now they seemed tight. I
didn't understand it, one minute I hated his guts, the next, I forgave him,
and then, what do you know, I like him again. Life was weird sometimes, and
people try so hard to figure out why, but even then it seems confusing as
they try to figure out.
"Anna, did you here me?"
My thoughts were interrupted by Jamie waving his hand over and over in
front of my face. I looked at him. "Sorry, I was thinking. What did you
"I asked you if you were doing anything this Saturday? Because my sister
has two extra tickets to this theme park down the street. She bought a
packet of four, and she only needed two for her date, but she decided to
bring me along because Mom wouldn't let her go alone. Do you want to come?"
he asked, the little puppy dog face hidden beneath his tan, pimple-free
face. I couldn't say no. Thinking about how he would complain to Gordon
about how I rejected him, and imagining about how hurt he'd be, made me
give in. Besides, Tim had to go somewhere Saturday anyway, and he could
easily drop me off.
"Sure," I replied, feeling guilty that I was probably confusing him and
that he would think that I liked him, so I added "As friends."
Just then, a car pulled up. I looked inside, and saw my brother Tim
sitting in the driver's seat and hopped up to go.
"I have to go now. My brother's here," I replied.
"Bye, see you at dance practice tomorrow," he yelled.
I quickly ran over to my brother's car as fast as I could, trying to get
as far away as possible from Jamie. I opened the door, and hopped into the
"Hey kiddo, what's new?" he asked me.
"Nothing much," I answered. This was pretty much how all our conversations
went. Tim and I never really had those heart to heart conversations that
some siblings had, but we did have some kind of relationship. It was called
you do your thing, and I'll do mine.
Then, it came to me. Out of thin air, it just came. I had a plan, well,
not really a plan, plans are used to hurt people, but I had an idea that
could get me Jamie free for that night, and still have a blast. I could ask
Kirsten and Gordon to come with me. Gordon could hang with his knew "buddy"
while Kirsten and I walked around the park rating guys 1-10 like we usually
did on Saturday nights.
It was brilliant! If I didn't know that I had thought of it myslef, I
would thought Kirsten had made it up (She always has to deal with
situations like these. After all, she had a boyfriend every other week.)
I quickly reached down and grabbed my brother's cell phone.
"Need to make a call?" he asked. It was the stupidest question anyone had
ever asked me, aside from this boy in third grade trying to be cute asking
me what my gender was.
"No, I'm selling it for drugs," I said sarcastically. I dialed Kirsten's
cell. As if on cue, she answered immediately.
"Hey Kirsten, want to go to a carnival on Saturday?" I asked and explained
the situation, leaving out the parts about Jamie.
"Okay, sure. I'll call Gordon immediately. I know he'll be thrilled.
Another night out with us talking about boys," She agreed.
I laughed. Amazingly, I had this feeling in my stomach. I kind of felt sad
that my date with Jamie was going to be ruined. Wait a minute! What was I
talking about! This wasn't a date! We were only friends.