I was just websurfing one day and said, "HEY? WHY IS THERE NO ALLIE FINKLE FANFICTION!?" So here it is!
Rule 1- You don't have to go to the VERY last day of school at Pine Heights Elementary
I just found out from my teacher, Mrs. Hunter, who is the prettiest teacher ever that students in room Two-Oh- Nine didn't have to come to school on the VERY last day. I mean I wasn't going to anyway, because people would be pulling pranks, which is VERY immature to do, almost as immature as sticking a spatula down your best friend's throat, or ex-best friend anyway. So anyway, when we all heard the news, everyone was excited. Especially Cheyenne O'Malley, who is the most popular girl in the Pine Heights fourth grade. Today she was wearing some pink skinny jeans, some black low- tops, and a shirt that said Dynamite! and the shirt was a white off the shoulder, with pink letters, and a black tank top underneath. Her hair was in a low side braid, and so was M & D's (Cheyenne's pet name for her two best friends Marianne and Dominique). She stated how on the last day she was going to wear some shorts she got from some store named Connie's and then she said how 'some people' should start dressing more maturely. She looked at me in particular, I think I dress mature. I am wearing some blue jeans and a red t-shirt with my high-tops. Well hello, just because I don't wear shorts to school doesn't mean I dress immaturely. I don't wear shorts to school because my mom says it's inappropriate-for-girls-my-age-to-wear-shorts-to-school. That is also a rule, by the way. So anyway, I was very relieved when Mrs. Hunter said that the last day of school is still school, so she would still have to follow the dress code. Rosemary smiled, and so did I, but in my mind, because its rude to smile at other people's misery. That's a rule. Cheyenne then just crossed her arms and dismissed us all, as usual.
We then all lined up to go out to the playground, and decided to play kickball today instead of 'queens', because I think last time Cheyenne saw us go into out secret spot. But as usual, all the girls were swarming around Cheyenne, probably because she was talking about her dad, or her super new and cool touchscreen phone ( I cannot even get a regular one until 6th grade), or boys, or lip gloss or something. But this time when we walked past to get to the kickball area, we heard her talking, and we stopped, I mean all but Rosemary, who had the ball and was anxious to play. We caught the end of her sentence.
"So yeah, my sister got one when she was 9, and today I am getting mine!" The other girls stared at her in awe, but then walked away to continue their recess. I walked up to Cheyenne, and so did Erica, Sophie, and Caroline, and then she scowled at us. I ignored this, because two wrongs do not make a right, and that's a rule my uncle's girlfriend Harmony taught me, along with how to make Beef Stir-Fry.
"What are you talking about?" She smirked, and fingered at her braid, looking proud.
"Well, nothing you guys could possibly understand, but my mom is getting me my first bra today." Me and my friends just dropped our mouths, I mean except Erica, because she had an older sister, Missy, in the 6th grade who wore them.
"A BRA?!" She shushed us very loudly and then smiled more.
"Be quiet, I don't want any boys to know!" We all looked around. There were no boys around, except Patrick Day, who I guess was drawing a picture of zombies as usual. But I thought she liked Patrick Day, so I think she said this loud on purpose. So we just shook our heads and walked away. I got over it, Erica wasn't even fazed (because of Missy), Sophie just shrugged it off, sort of, but Caroline kept bringing it up.
"A bra? Wow, I mean I was expecting she got a boyfriend or something, but a BRA?!" I huffed at Caroline.
"She didn't even get it yet, and why would she want one? Missy says they are horrible!" Erica corrected Caroline, and Caroline just shook her head.
"Should we all be wearing them?" Oh no, not this again, Sophie was here to make us all worry. I turned around and faced Sophie, and very nicely said,
"Don't worry Sophie, we don't need those! Just calm down, Cheyenne is just trying to make you feel baby-ish." She smiled and nodded at me. We weren't really in the mood to play kickball anymore, so we just sat down on the swings. Cheyenne really got me thinking.
Do I need a bra?!
The afternoon recess bell rang, signaling it was time to go home, so my friends and I ran inside, and I got all of my stuff together from the coat room, which we now just put our back-packs in. Sophie and Caroline were being driven home, because they had a 'special engagement' as my mother calls it, so it was just me, Erica, and Kevin, my brother who was in kindergarten. My other younger brother, Mark, who was in the second grade, was getting a ride home from his friends on his new dirt bike. I waited outside Kevin's class for about ten minutes, when Kevin finally came out, I reached for his hand, and her hesitated to grab mine, so I just didn't hold his hand. It's rude to not grab someone's hand if they want to hold hands. That's a rule. We walked off of the playground and onto the sidewalk to get home.
"So, do you think Cheyenne was telling the truth?" Erica asked me, I didn't feel like answering, but if someone asks you a question, it's polite to answer back. That's a rule. So I shrugged.
"Probably not, I mean, she is Cheyenne. It would be her to take something to the max." Erica laughed, and then thankfully the subject dropped, and Kevin began talking, about pirates that wear velvet pants. We both got home, and Erica waved bye, and since I live right next door, I waved bye too and went inside. My uncle Jay and his girlfriend Harmony Culpepper were on the couch, watching a PG-13 movie that us kids are not allowed to watch. I mean, I only knew because once John, Erica's older brother, made us watch it. So anyway, I waved hey to them.
"Hey, Kiddos! How was school?" I did a "thumbs up" sign and so did Mark. I was about to walk in, so Harmony paused the movie. She looked very pretty in her blue jeans and blue elbow sleeve shirt. She waved hi to me.
"Hey Allie, how was school?" I really wanted to talk to her about the bra and Cheyenne O'Malley and how I need a cellphone NOW, but instead I just said 'good'. I think she could tell I wanted to talk though; something my Sophie calls 'motherly instincts'. I went up to my room to find Mewsie, my kitten, on the bed and fast asleep. After putting down my backpack, I decided to go to Erica's house, so I ran back downstairs.
"Uh where ya going' kiddo?" Uncle Jay asked and then smiled.
"Erica's." I then left out of the door after he said ok. Because it's rude to leave when or while someone is talking. That is also a rule. So when I left out of my front door, I saw Erica sitting on her front porch. I walked over to her.
"Hey Erica." She waved, and smiled. There was someone moving in across the street! She had brown hair in a braid, Pink Skinny Jeans, and- OH NO!