Disclaimer: I do not own the "as told by ginger" crew; they are the sole properties of Emily Kapnek (the best writer in the whole world) also please note that all illustrations in this fic were drawn by me.
"Dodie! Get a move on, I have too many things to do today without you styling your hair." Shouted my mom from downstairs. I could tell by her voice that she was in a worse mood than normal. (I'm sure Hoodsy had something to do with that no doubt) "I'll be done in a minute mom." I said as I finished putting on my last scrunchy. Today I decided to go for the cool look, something fashionable yet weather appropriate. I was wearing a blue t-shirt with the flower on it and my beige cargo shorts. After doing a quick mirror check, I ran downstairs only to find the front door open and my mom and brother already in the car. My mom can be so impatient some times, but you get use to it.
"No Robert Joseph! Carl Foutley can not live in our rumpus room." Said my mom as she pulled out of our driveway. The drive to school was starting off just like any other, Hoodsy asking questions and my mom saying no to them. As we pulled up to the school I could see Macie and Ginger waving at me as they walked toward our car.
"Hi Mrs. Bishop, hi Dodie." Said Ginger as Hoodsy and I got out of the car.
"Good morning Mrs. Bishop, nice weather we're having today." Said Macie in her congested voice.
"Alright Dodie I'll pick you and Macie up after school ok dear." Said my mother as she began to pull away from the curb.
"Ok mom, bye!" I said as I put my book bag on my shoulders, and joined my friends.
"So Dodie, what do think of my new outfit?" said ginger, turning around to give me a full view. She was wearing a shorter than normal black pleated skirt with a red short sleeved top.
"Oh my gosh Ginger, you look like an eleventh grader!" I said as I walked around her, still not believing my eyes. "Uh, isn't that skirt just a tad bit short Ginger? How on earth did you get your mom to let you wear this?"
"Actually Dodie, Mrs. Foutley doesn't know what Ginger's wearing." Answered Macie, looking somewhat disappointed.
"Is that true Ginger, your mom doesn't know?" I said looking her straight in her eyes.
"Yeah Dodie, it's true." Said ginger sheepishly. "I changed clothes in the school bathroom after she dropped me off." Said Ginger in a half whisper as she sat down on the school steps, burying her head in her hands. "My mom and I had a huge fight about my outfit last night. She told me I was too young to wear something… so short. Then she said if she caught me in it my social life would be over. She just doesn't realize if I don't start wearing more mature clothes my social life will be over."
"I don't mean to be a stickler for time, but were going to be late if we dilly dally any longer." Said Macie in her congested voice
"Ok, Macie's right, we'll talk later ok you guys?" and with those words Ginger stood, wiped what appeared to be the start of a river of tears from her face and ran inside the school.