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Becoming A High School Girl - Chapter 6
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Saturday morning was cloudy and a bit cooler. I decided to wear a red turtleneck top with a gray sweatshirt adorned with a picture of Willi. I was in jeans and brown loafers, my beloved sandals having been put into hibernation until spring.
Cat called. Laura was picking us up for the trip over to Grantville around eleven. Paul was also coming along with us. The only other task that morning was to call the salon and make an appointment. They had heard of my nomination and were excited about working on me. I told them that, due to practice, I couldn't be there until after 6. They told me it wouldn't be a problem, and they told me that it stayed open late on Wednesdays.
I met Cat at her house. Terri congratulated me and kidded me a bit about my upcoming date.
"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" I asked Cat.
"To be totally honest, yes, I do. I think this is a very important crossroad for you, and you shouldn't put it off," she answered. "Besides, you seem to be the only one worried. You're accepted here as Erika; you might as well acknowledge it and move on."
"Thanks, Cat; I can always count on you to give me an honest answer," I replied.
"That's what friends are for. You have become very special to me."
"So, who are you going to the dance with?" I asked.
Cat smiled at me. "I guess I should listen to my own advice more often; everyone will know soon enough. I'm going with Laura."
I smiled slightly. "You mean you two are lesbians?"
"I don't like labels. I still like boys, but something has clicked between Laura and me. What do you think?" she asked.
"I think it's great. But how will the rest of the school react?"
"Well, we aren't the first, and it would seem hypocritical to make a big deal about it when thirty guys are running around campus in skirts. My Mom knows, and she is cool about it. As far as anyone else goes, this is my life, and I am not looking for their permission."
"I fully support you and Laura. After all, you've been there for me!"
"Thanks, Erika, I really appreciate it. And I will always be there for you."
We gave each other a big hug. Just then, the Hallmark moment was broken up by the sound of Laura's horn.
As I slipped in the back next to Paul, I gave Laura a knowing wink. She smiled back.
On the drive over to Grantville, I told them that I was feeling a bit nervous.
"I feel safe here in Golden Hill, but I am still a bit wary when I go to other towns," I stated.
"Well, don't worry, the Pit will protect you," promised Cat.
We formed the transplanted Pit in the visiting team's bleachers. We were presently 5-0 and headed towards another championship. Grantville was having a pretty good season, and at 4-1, they couldn't afford to lose to us.
Just before the game started, we watched as the Grantville students put up a huge banner that said, "The Grantville Cougars welcome the Central High Drag Queens." There were several male students wearing Central gear in drag mincing around their sidelines. I felt a wave of emotions run through me, ranging from fear to rage. I looked over at Caroline and could see the same range of emotions in her. There were few other contestants in the Pit, and the rest of our class immediately comforted all of us.
If their intention was to psych out our team, it failed miserably. Our team just glared at them in silence. The entire team seemed very intense. Alex looked up to the Pit and pointed at us. Mike Jackson starting waving the tattered gray rag that had once been my t-shirt during the opening kickoff. I pulled my camera out of my bag and took his picture.
The game was a blowout from the second that their kickoff receiver caught the ball. Our special teams almost decapitated him and, in doing so, caused a fumble. We recovered the ball to run in for a touchdown. We never let up from there, scoring on every possession, with the defense adding two more scores. Halftime saw 49-0.
The banners were still up after the halftime show, and our team continued with their abuse of the Cougars. Our defense was not content to just not let them score, but they didn't want them to gain a yard. Our coach finally called off the dogs when the score reached 84-0. I also noticed that we let up right after several irate Cougar players tore down the offending sign. There was no more scoring, and we recorded our most impressive victory in school history; the rest of the league got the message not to piss us off.
We all got out of there right away to avoid trouble and headed to the post-game party at Alex's house. His parents owned an old farmhouse on the edge of town. They had converted the barn into an upstairs apartment for Alex. They transformed the downstairs part into a giant recreation room. It had become the site for the many post-game celebrations.
I saw Mike and Tracey when we walked in. He came up to me and said that the win was for all of us. I smiled and thanked him. We met up with Alex; he was talking to Kristen. It looked like they were becoming an item. He told us that our coach had told his Grantville counterpart to take down the sign before the game started.
Alex told us what happened next. "Coach said that the Grantville coach said that we should send some of our "sissies" over to do it. So, he turned to us and told us to really kick their asses. Not that we needed his permission. The team was really pissed and was tempted to go over and tear it down. Coach then made the same demand at halftime and was told to "get screwed." Apparently, their own players tore it down without being told to. I guess we showed them!"
"I was hoping that they'd keep the signs up. I think we could have broken one hundred!" added Mike with a huge smile on his face.
I looked at Alex and Mike. "I think you guys are great. I wanted to personally thank you!"
Alex walked up and gave me a huge hug. He actually lifted me up off the ground.
"Well, maybe this will keep a lid on the usual BS that goes down when we play Red Hill High," said Alex.
He went on to tell me about the border war that existed between the two schools. Some of it I had heard about from Cat. He said that this year would get pretty bad because it was shaping up as the championship game for the conference. Red Hill was our last game, and they were also undefeated.
I caught up with Paul. For a non-jock, he was well-liked by the team. He was talking with some of the players. He planned to make the game the focus of this week's comic and get some of their input. He smiled when I walked over to him.
"So, are you having a good time?" he asked.
"Yes, I am. By the way, my Mom asked me to invite you over for dinner. How about Tuesday?" I asked.
"Sounds good. I have a similar invite from my parents for tomorrow."
"My Mom is cool about you taking me to the dance. How are your parents taking it?" I asked. "You did tell them everthing about me?"
Paul smiled at me. "Yes, they know. They were at the game when you were attacked."
"Oh! And how do they feel about you taking me to the dance?"
"Kind of mixed feelings. My Mom is totally cool with it, and so is my sister. My dad has a few issues - more with me than with you. But don't worry, he'll be polite, and he won't rip your shirt off. He may not talk to you, but then again, he doesn't talk to me all that much either. But on the plus side, my Mom is a great cook."
"Sounds like it will be a thrilling evening. I didn't know you had a sister; how old is she?"
"She's two years older, and her name is Barb. She's in college. She's looking forward to meeting you."
The party lasted for a few more hours. The game's tension slowly passed, and everyone's focus shifted to the upcoming events of Homecoming and the game versus the Glendale High Knights.
Laura gave us a lift home. It had been a long day, and I was really beat. Paul told me that he would pick me up around 5:00. We dropped him off first as Laura and Cat wanted to talk to me in private.
We went over to Cat's house and went into her room. It was funny that I once felt so nervous walking in there.
"How're you doing?" asked Laura.
"Well, considering everything that has happened in the past few days, I'm okay," I replied. "How are you doing?"
"I am a bit nervous about coming out at school. I know some won't take it very well. But my parents know and, while they aren't exactly happy, they are supportive," answered Laura. "I think they have always suspected that I was different, but that's different from knowing the truth."
"Do you only have feelings for girls, or do you like boys too?" I asked
"I like boys like you," she answered with a smile and a wink.
Her answer caught me off guard, and I did my best to recover. "Oh, I see. So you like the sensitive types! Well, as I told Cat, I'm your friend; and you'll always be my friend," I promised. I hoped my answer didn't sound too stupid.
Laura winked at me and giggled.
"Erika, I know that you like me a lot. However, I'd rather just be friends with you. Friend really isn't a good description; you're the closest thing to a sister I'll ever have," announced Cat.
"Was I that obvious?" I replied with a laugh, "Look, I'll admit I'm a bit jealous of Laura, but I think it's great that you two are happy." I was happy that Cat saw me as her sister, but part of me knew that meant we wouldn't date.
"Thanks, Erika. I appreciate your honesty," replied Cat.
Back home, I told Mom about the events of the day. She wasn't all that surprised about Cat and Laura. She told me that she'd make a dessert for me to take to Paul's house Sunday night.
Sunday morning, I got up and ran a few miles. It had rained overnight, but it was starting to clear. I liked running early in the morning as it gave me a chance to think about things. The idea that Cat and Laura were now an item was slowly sinking in. I hoped that everyone would be accepting. But then again, the response by the football team yesterday showed that they were open-minded.
I used most of the day to finish off some homework. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready. Cat came over and helped me pick out an outfit. I ended up in a long black skirt, black boots, and a red sweater. Cat checked my makeup and complimented me.
"You know, they're a few girls on campus that you could teach a thing or two about makeup," complimented Cat.
I smiled at Cat. I was struggling to put in my earring. I was starting to tremble slightly. Cat reached over and helped me.
"Nervous?"
"No. Whatever gave you that idea?" I answered with a slight laugh.
"Look, you'll do fine. It's only dinner, and Paul's Mom and sister are pretty cool."
"What about his dad?" I asked.
"Paul's mom and sister are pretty cool," she repeated with a smile. "Paul's dad is just a little old-fashioned. I think he has some personal issues to deal with."
We talked for a few more minutes until Paul arrived. He came in and met Mom, and he thanked her for the dessert.
"You look great, by the way," he said.
"Thanks." I was aware that I was blushing slightly. "Sorry, I'm just not completely used to getting compliments from a boy."
"You'd better get used to it," he replied. "You're beautiful."
Mrs. Brady met us at the door. I could hear the TV in the family room; it sounded like a football game. Paul's sister Barb joined us in the kitchen. Like Cat said, they were both pretty cool. I hit it off with both of them; they asked me questions while Paul went in to see his dad.
Paul walked back in. "Dad will be in when the game is over."
I sensed the tension between Paul and his father.
Paul joined us at the kitchen table. Mrs. Brady had to get up every few minutes to check on dinner. She was cooking chicken breasts.
"It smells great, Mrs. Brady."
"Thank you, Erika."
"So, how do you feel about being nominated for Homecoming Queen?" asked Barb.
"Nervous. I also feel honored. I appreciate that my friends think so highly of me," I answered.
"Paul told me that Queen was pretty well a lock for one of the cheerleaders," stated Barb.
"Yes, her name is Kristen, but she deserves it. She is really nice," I replied.
"I hope you make the court. I think it would be great. Besides, it will be a night you'll never forget."
"Barb was in the court her senior year at Central," explained Mrs. Brady.
Then we heard the TV go silent. Paul gave me a look and a wink. In walked Mr. Brady.
"Dad, this is Erika Walters," introduced Paul.
I could feel his eyes move down me as he checked me out. He extended his hand. "Good evening," he stated in a flat, unemotional tone.
"Thank you, Mr. Brady; I'm pleased to meet you too," I replied in a sweet, cheerful manner.
He sat down at the table across from me. He continued to inspect me. I decided to try and start some conversation.
"So, who won the game?" I asked.
"Steelers pulled it out in overtime with a field goal. Do you like football?"
"Absolutely. My Mom even took me to a few games back in San Diego."
"Really? I would have thought that you wouldn't follow it now," he answered bluntly.
I ignored the obvious insult, "Well, it was easier to follow out there. The early games came on at 10:00 AM, so you could watch a game and still have the whole day to do things. Also, the Monday night game started at 6:00."
Paul cracked a small smile. Barb also looked pleased with the way I was handling me. The mind games had started. So far, I'd returned his first serve. I prepared for the next volley. I was determined to stay calm and unemotional, even if I was kicked out.
"What do you think about the Wolfhound's game yesterday?" he asked.
"I loved it. The game sent a message to the rest of the league that you have to beat us on the field, not try to play stupid mind games with us."
"Yes, but how do you feel personally about the banner?"
"I felt it was insulting and juvenile, but I didn't take it as a personal attack."
He sat there in silence. It was like he was planning his next serve.
"You know, there are some people who would consider this whole scholarship contest immoral and slightly perverted," he stated in a calm voice.
There was a very loud silence in the room.
I took a big breath. "That's true, but there have always been narrow-minded people who judge something or someone before they get to know and understand it or them."
I wasn't sure, but I think he cracked a smile.
"And what do you do when you meet these 'narrow-minded people' these days?"
"It depends on whether they are truly narrow-minded or just uninformed. If they are narrow-minded, then I ignore them the best I can. If they are just uninformed, then I try to educate them. But I won't sink to their level." Okay, the ball's back in your court, I thought.
The shot was returned quickly. "So, everyone who disagrees with you is narrow-minded or uninformed?"
"No, I never said that. But only a fool would make a judgment about something without knowing all the facts. I respect other people's opinions as long as they are based on facts and reason. I have no respect for closed-minded, uneducated opinions. I respect other viewpoints, even when I disagree with them."
The only noise was the sound of the chicken cooking in the oven. I wasn't sure what was coming next.
"As a guest in my home, don't you feel that you should be respectful of my beliefs?" he asked.
"Yes, I do, and, as a guest invited into your home, my beliefs should likewise be respected. I doubt I would gain your respect by abandoning my beliefs just to please you. People don't have to all have the same beliefs to get along," I answered, half expecting to get shown the door.
He sat there and then broke out in a big smile, "Well, I'll give you credit, Erika, you didn't back down, and you argued your points quite well. If you win that scholarship, you should consider going into law. You have the makings of a good lawyer. Hell, I might even hire you," he stated with a laugh.
"Dinner is ready," announced Mrs. Brady.
The rest of the evening was fine. As I left, Mr. Brady told me that I was welcome back anytime.
"Man, you really pulled it off tonight. He actually likes you!" beamed Paul as he drove me home.
"I'm kind of amazed that I survived his interrogation myself," I replied. "By the way, it's your turn on Tuesday."
"What time?" he asked.
"Come by around 6:30. Oh, my Mom's questions will be more on your intentions, just in case you want to start working on your answers."
Paul walked me up to the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again for coming by, and I'm glad that everything worked out."
"I had a good time, thanks," I replied.
Paul stood there looking at me. I knew what was on his mind, and part of me actually wanted him to do it. He shrugged his shoulders and then leaned over and kissed me. It was a quick little kiss on the lips, but I remember it to this day. Every girl remembers her first kiss!
He walked back to his car and waved goodbye. I stood there for a few seconds and then walked in.
"I'm home," I announced as I hung up my coat.
"Come on in the kitchen, honey," replied Mom.
I walked into the kitchen and saw that Cat was there with her Mom. They were all drinking tea. I grabbed my mug and filled it with the teapot.
"How'd it go?" Mom asked.
I proceeded to tell them about my evening at the Bradys.
"I'm pleased that you held your ground," Mom stated proudly.
"Also, when Paul dropped me off, he kissed me," I added, taking a sip of tea.
There was a momentary silence. I waited to see who would ask a question first.
"And how do you feel about it?" asked Mom.
"Mixed feelings. Part of me liked it, part of me is very confused, and part of me is scared," I answered.
"Why scared?" asked Terri.
"I know I may be stating the obvious, but this is starting to get a lot deeper and involved than a simple contest. I'm having a lot of conflicting thoughts. And to be honest, I'm not sure I want the contest to end," I announced. Judging by the looks on their faces, I wasn't exactly shocking them.
"And Paul's attraction to you just compounds these feelings," added Terri.
I nodded. "I appreciate your help and advice. It's also good to have someone I can trust to listen to me," I said.
The campaigns were in full swing. By Wednesday, almost every wall had a multitude of posters and flyers on it. I gave Paul a free ride with one main exception - don't mess with the other candidate's posters. Due to everything going on that week, Paul took a rain check for dinner. He understood completely.
Voting was very strictly monitored to ensure that the ballot box wasn't stuffed. Each ballot allowed you to vote for your top four. All votes had to be in by the end of lunch.
I basically tried to put it out of my mind, but the growing internal conflict with my gender had an influence. Part of me was really hoping to win. I braced myself for the results. They were due to be announced at the end of the 6th period. I was in a fog most of the day, and 6th period didn't come soon enough. I walked by the display case for the contest and saw that the number of contestants had dropped to 25. I looked at the pictures of the latest to drop out. I really didn't know them that well. I did recognize one. He had been at the football game on Saturday. So there was at least one casualty from Grantville's ignorance.
During PE, Coach Chambers called me over. "If you are a finalist, you will have a meeting to attend right after school. Go to the meeting, I'll know where you are. If you don't make it, well, you can run off your emotions."
"Thanks, Coach."
There was no need to change after PE with practice so soon after school. I did put on my team sweats. I felt a sense of pride from seeing the Wolfhound logo on one side and my name embroidered on the other. We had only two meets left before the playoffs. Barring injuries, I was a lock to earn a letter. I really wanted it too. I saw myself as a vital part of the team.
The sound of Mrs. Lee's voice snapped me back into reality. I walked out of the locker room and stood in the main hallway that led from the gyms to the rest of the school.
"I have the honor to announce this year's Homecoming King & Queen and their court. There will be a mandatory meeting in Rm. 105 immediately. First, I want to thank everyone for participating and for the wonderful campaigns that you all waged. I also need to add that, once again, Willi's write-in campaign fell short."
I listened as she called off the male winners first. As expected, Alex was named King. I was also pleased to hear that Mike Jackson was selected for the court. I really didn't know the other two all that well. Bill Fry was the student government VP, and Chris Taylor was the captain of the soccer team.
Next came the Queen and her court. Kristen was elected Queen. Then came the three members of her court. As I stood there waiting, several members of the team joined me. Laura's name was called off next, followed by Tracey's, and then mine!
The girls around me immediately swamped me. I thanked them and worked my way through well-wishers until I made it to the meeting.
Laura and Kristen ran up and hugged me when I walked in. I was very overwhelmed by it all. Once everyone arrived, Mrs. Lee once again congratulated us.
We were handed a booklet that contained the schedule of events. Mrs. Lee told us to read them overnight. She said that tomorrow we would be pulled out of class for our fittings. A local formal clothing rental company was donating the outfits. They would measure us tomorrow and have the clothes ready Friday.
Friday, we would get to ride the float in the parade before the game. Then at halftime, we would be presented to the student body. Our last duties would be to open the homecoming dance after the game. There were a few extras thrown in for the girls. On Friday afternoon, we would be given a free total makeover.
After the meeting, I headed back to practice. I ran into Ms. Bell on my way back to the gym. She asked me to stop by and see her tomorrow morning. I said I would and hurried on back to practice.
I reported to Coach Chambers, and she told me to warm up and then catch up with the rest of the team. Running that afternoon was very relaxing. I felt free. Our next meet was the following day, so we had a light practice. I changed and headed to the parking lot. Mom had allowed me to use her car so I could make it to the salon.
The staff at the salon had already heard that I was in the court. They were very happy for me. They colored my hair again and restyled it. Additionally, they gave me a discount on my nails. They were a bit longer than I was used to, but they looked great. I told them about the makeover on Friday, and they told me that the woman who was doing it was excellent. I promised them a photo.
I arrived home, and Mom was waiting there for me. She was more excited about what was happening than I was. We had a nice dinner at home. I spent the rest of the evening doing homework and reading the agenda for Homecoming.
The next day I caught a ride to school with Cat and Laura. We talked about the upcoming events. I was keyed up for several reasons. First, there was all the stuff going on with Homecoming, and then there was the meet this afternoon.
"You know, Erika, when I first met you back in August, I knew you'd do well here, but I had no idea that you'd get picked for Homecoming," confessed Cat.
"I would have been shocked if you'd told me that I'd still be the competition after two months," I replied
"Erika, you aren't in any competition anymore," stated Laura. "With every passing day, you leave your old life further behind you."
"Maybe you're right," I said to myself. Deep down, I knew she was right; I just wasn't ready to openly admit it.
We got to school early. Laura wanted to soak in the atmosphere of being a "celebrity." I walked down to see Ms. B. Luckily, she was in her office, and she waved me in.
"I see that you're having a great week," she announced
"Yes, it's not bad. It still hasn't sunk in about Homecoming."
"I am very proud of what you have accomplished so far. You are a credit to the program."
"Thank you, Ms. B."
"If there is anything you need or have questions about, please feel free to stop by my office."
"I know that Ms. B, but thanks for the reminder. Is there anything else you need?" I asked.
"No, that's all for now. I'll see you at Homecoming," she replied.
As I walked out of her office, I felt that something was up. I knew that she liked me, but there was something else going on. I put it out of my mind as I headed to homeroom.
When I entered my homeroom, I was greeted by a standing ovation. There were several cries of, "Speech! Speech!"
"Thank you, all. I really appreciate your support. I also want to thank all the 'little people' that helped with my campaign," I announced while looking at Paul with a big smile on my face.
"I want a rebuttal; I'm taller than she is!" protested Paul.
Mr. Grant said it was time to sit down and get to work. I went to my seat and saw Cat grinning at me.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked.
"I am just pleased to see the changes in you. You have come a long way from the shy girl I knew back in August," she whispered.
"Excuse me, Miss Walters, this is for you," interrupted Mr. Grant as he handed me a pass.
"What does it say?" asked Cat as I looked at it.
"It's my pass to get fitted for my gown. I need to be in Mrs. Roberts's room at 11:00. Cool! That will get me out of Calculus!"
"You'll have to tell me everything at lunch, and I mean everything!"
Entering the Home Economics classroom, I ran into Laura. "Hey, Erika! You're next!" Laura was really eating this up. I got a kick out of seeing her so happy.
"Hi, Laura, how was it?"
"It was great. Get this - they're even giving us lingerie to go with the gowns!" she exclaimed, holding up a bag, "Don't worry, Ms. B is here, and they know about your status. You'll be fine. Well, see you at lunch!" Laura zipped out of the room.
I saw Ms. B talking to an older woman. The woman was dressed in very expensive clothes. Everything on her was coordinated and looked... well, it all looked perfect.
"Hi, Erika, I want you to meet Mrs. Lincoln," introduced Ms. B.
"Good morning, Mrs. Lincoln. I'm pleased to meet you."
"So, this is the young woman that I have heard so much about? It is a pleasure to meet you too, Erika. Shall we get started?" replied Mrs. Lincoln.
I nodded as she led me to her work area. I saw Mrs. Roberts sitting at her desk. She looked up and waved to me. I waved back.
Mrs. Lincoln owned several stores in the area. Apparently, she'd married well, several times, and divorced even better. Her stores were known to have the newest fashions and were swamped during major social events.
There was another woman standing there. I figured that she was the seamstress. There was no way that Mrs. Lincoln would lower herself to physical labor.
"Well, Erika, let me take a look at you. Yes, very nice. You stay in good shape," she noted.
"I'm on the cross-country team," I explained.
"Alright, dear, I need you to strip down to your bra and panties. We will need to get your measurements," she explained.
I reluctantly stripped down. The other woman took out a tape measure and went over my whole body. She then went to the clothes rack behind her and handed me a gown.
"Please slip this on, dear. It will be a little loose in some places, but that is what Rita is here for," Mrs. Lincoln stated.
The gown was strapless and was silver in color. "Your Queen will be in red. I assume the color choice has something to do with your school colors. I wouldn't select them," added Mrs. Lincoln with a slight smile. "Now, what is your shoe size? We need you in heels to get the hem just right."
I put on the heels and stood there in the gown while Rita marked and pinned sections. Luckily, Cat had made me buy some heels, and she had taught me to walk in them. I was still a bit wobbly, but I imagine that was due to being nervous.
I was then told to carefully take off the gown. I handed it to Rita and thanked her.
"Now, we need to get you a strapless bra and some other lingerie," continued Mrs. Lincoln.
She had me try on several styles before settling on a style. She then handed me a pair of matching panties, a garter belt, and several pairs of stockings.
"I think that a girl on a special night should be wearing beautiful things on every part of her body. Now those are yours to keep," she stated.
"Thank you very much. You are very thoughtful," I answered. I was actually pleased by the gift!
Mrs. Lincoln nodded approvingly, "Now, let me see - good, you have pierced ears and only one hole per ear, how refreshing!"
She selected a pair of earrings and a matching necklace.
"Yes, these will work very nicely with your gown. I will bring these to school tomorrow. I want you here at 2:30 sharp. The makeup artist will be here, and then we will get you dressed. Now don't forget your lingerie. I will be very disappointed if you forget them. Now, go get dressed. I think you need to get back to class. I will see you tomorrow, Erika."
I put my skirt and sweater back on and slipped on my shoes.
"Goodbye, Rita, thank you. Good-bye, Mrs. Lincoln. Don't worry, I won't forget. Thank you for everything," I said as I left.
As I walked out of the room, I saw Mrs. Roberts and Ms. B standing in the hallway. "She is something, isn't she?" whispered Ms. Roberts.
I smiled and nodded. "See you later, Mrs. Roberts."
I now knew why Laura had been so dreamy when I saw her. It felt good to be pampered. I could get used to it, I thought. I was immediately dragged back into reality when I got back to class. I arrived just in time for a surprise quiz.
At lunch, Laura and I told Cat all about Mrs. Lincoln.
Cat smiled at my description of Mrs. Lincoln. "She sounds like a real character."
"Will you be at the meet this afternoon?" I asked.
"Of course, we do have season tickets, you know," quipped Laura. "Besides, it's so nice out."
We were in the middle of a dose of warm weather. It was due to last through the weekend, and then it was due to turn nasty.
"I know. When I saw the gowns for tomorrow, I was expecting to freeze." I replied.
"Oh, we'll be too excited to feel cold," exclaimed Laura.
I just looked at Cat and rolled my eyes, "What have you been feeding her the last few days?"
"I know, I will have to cut all sugar and caffeine out of her diet," added Cat.
"I don't care what you say; I'm going to enjoy every second of this!" exclaimed Laura.
I ran into Paul on my way to my photography class.
"I'll be at the meet this afternoon. Can I drive you home?" asked Paul, smiling at me.
"Sounds great, see you then!"
I sat down next to Caroline and asked her how it was going.
She looked at me, and I could tell that she was depressed. "Well, I got into a huge fight with my dad last night. I told him that I was going to the homecoming dance and that I had a date. He kicked me out of the house."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. I was stunned.
"I moved in with my aunt. I'll still be in the district. My Mom still supports me."
"If you need anything, let me know." I put my arm around her.
"Besides, I think you know that this is becoming a bit more than a competition for a scholarship for me," she whispered to me.
"What do you mean?" I replied softly.
"I'll call you tonight."
I told her I should be home between 6:00 and 7:00. I also decided to stop by Ms. B's office.
I swung into Ms. B's office on my way to Home Economics. She thanked me for the information and said that she would do what she could for Caroline.
I pretty much drifted through Mrs. Roberts' class. The team was getting dismissed early for the meet, so I was only in class for 20 minutes.
I was really looking forward to the meet. Not so much because of the competition, but because it would allow me to clear my head for a while. I was really concerned for Caroline and her reference to the fact that the contest wasn't important to her.
The meet was a pretty easy victory. Rachael was back and ran as if she'd never been injured. She easily won, and we also took the next three positions. I grabbed fourth, but I didn't care what place I was in as long as we won.
I showered and changed and caught up with Laura, Cat, and Paul.
"So are you heading to Guido's?" asked Laura
"Absolutely!" I replied.
Cat left with Laura, and I rode over with Paul. He leaned over and kissed me.
"So what was that for?" I asked.
"For fourth place."
After the celebration, he dropped me off and gave me another kiss. This time I responded back. Instead of a short little peck on the lips, we kissed a little longer and a lot more passionately.
"That was nice," stated Paul.
I nodded. "I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."
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Dennis Hertick
Wish I had a supporting family when I was Erikas age
Duds is
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