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A/N: Like The Foundling Girl, this is a re-posted I deleted for a reason I can't recall. I want to know if I should keep going with it. Recently I've begun so many stories that nobody seems to read. Hopefully I'll end up posting something that becomes popular...
The year was 1969, the month March.
A 15-year-old girl named Laura Eleanor Trent was walking to school. This wasn't out of the ordinary. Indeed, every day she got to school in this manner. Even if it rained or snowed.
Strange as it sounds, she did this by choice.
Every day she walked with her best friend Helen to school. They'd done this since Elementary School. Now, as freshmen at Denton High, they still did this. They'd meet at a street corner between their houses.
Then they'd walk the rest of the short journey to school chatting about all sorts of things. A few other kids at their small school were standing around outside the school, since the bell wouldn't ring for quite a while. Laura and Helen, of course, liked to go straight to class.
"We have a test in stupid old Dr. 'von' Scott's class today, don't we?" Laura said darkly, as they walked up to the school building.
Amusingly, Helen was too busy staring at a boy standing nearby to hear her. Laura realized this when her friend failed to scold her for calling their science teacher by 'that awful nickname'. Adding 'von' to his name wasn't that bad, in Laura's opinion, because he did have an obvious German accent. Anyway, pretty much everyone else called him that…
"Isn't Brad Majors just so cute? I mean, even with those glasses… especially with those glasses…"
"Don't be silly, Helen," Laura replied. "He's a senior and he's dating that square Janet."
"I'm not the silly one. I'm not the one always staring dreamily at Eddie the wannabe '50s greaser," Helen pointed out.
"I don't!"
"Liar!" Helen said teasingly. "Anyway, you talk like him. You called Janet Weiss a square. Nobody uses slang like that. Next you'll be saying 'golly' or 'gee' every other word."
Laughing to themselves, the two girls went right to their first class. Both of them were 'good kids'. Always getting to class on time, doing their work…
Of course, Laura liked to act a bit like a rebel. But that was all just talk. She didn't actually smoke, drink, date, or anything like that. If given the chance she probably would. Anything to rebel against Denton's conservative standards.
But only if Helen wasn't there to stop her…
And they went everywhere together. They did everything together.
Yet, at lunch, Laura stared at Eddie and his friends.
"Will you stop looking at them, Laura? What if somebody notices?" Helen told her.
"Do you think he'd talk to me? Or am I too boring?" Laura asked.
"He'd start out talking to you and then- Laura!"
To Helen's annoyance, her best friend was now walking over to where Eddie and his 'cronies' sat. Being the respectable person she was, Helen didn't understand what Laura saw in Eddie. A cheap punk wouldn't make a good boyfriend for sheltered ol' Laura.
That's what the call the forbidden fruit appeal. Maybe Helen would've known that if she'd ever taken a psychology class. If it weren't for all the nonsense about people lusting after their own mothers, she would've taken a psychology class.
But now wasn't time to think about elective class choices. The idea of Laura even just speaking to a cheap punk like Eddie disgusted Helen. Time to rescue her…
Meanwhile, Laura had found her way to where the 'rebels' sat. She stood awkwardly in front of them, not really knowing what to say.
"What do ya want?" Eddie asked.
"Er, just to say hello," she muttered.
"Why would a cute little thing want to say 'hello' to a rebel like me?"
Laura smiled. They'd only been talking for a minute or two and he'd already called her cute! Of course, she didn't know that this was mere flirting. Yes, she was sort of cute. But he didn't really mean much by saying it.
Well, at that point in time he didn't.
"I think you're cute, too," she told him sweetly.
Eddie's friend – like Laura, he only had one friend – sniggered.
"Be nice, Jim," Eddie said, jokingly punching his friends in the shoulder.
Then, after a moment of awkward silence, Eddie gestured to the floor beside him.
"Would ya care to sit down, m'lady? It's rare we entertain such distinguished guests!" he said with mock-chivalry.
"Indeed, good sir," Laura said, laughing.
Just as she sat down next to Eddie, Helen walked over to her. Laura knew that her friend wasn't pleased. Yet sitting next to a boy at lunch wasn't a crime. Not even if that boy was a year older.
Why did Helen have to be so picky about things?
"Laura Trent! What are you doing?" Helen asked.
"I'm sitting here with Eddie and his friend Jim. What's wrong with that?" Laura replied, pouting.
"She isn't causing any trouble for us," Eddie pointed out.
"How do I know you aren't causing trouble for her?" Helen said darkly.
Laura rolled her eyes. "Helen! Don't be silly."
"You can sit with us," Eddie offered.
Without even replying, Helen stalked away. That worried Laura quite a bit.
"Why did you decide to sit with us, again?" Jim asked after a moment.
"Because Eddie is cute. And he's a rebel, which is exciting. I've always wanted to meet a rebel. Do you ride a motorcycle? I think Marlon Brando rides a motorcycle. Have you ever see Guys and Dolls? He's in that movie and-"
"Please stop talking," Jim said bluntly.
Laura blushed. She often babbled when she was nervous. Being around people she didn't know made her nervous, of course. Especially since Helen wasn't there at that point.
Eddie chuckled. "I do ride a motorcycle sometimes. And I am a rebel. Maybe, if you go to the party we're hosting this weekend; you can meet some of my friends."
"'The part we're hosting'? Whose 'we'?"
"Jim and I. The party's at his house, of course. Anyway… it's always nice to see a few new faces around – especially cute girls like you. So, will you go?"
Though it all sounded very exciting, Laura wasn't really sure. "I don't know. I don't have a car or anyway to get there…"
"I'll drive you, then," Eddie said.
Laura beamed.
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