Prologue
Rumson, New Jersey
Holy Eucharist Middle School
2nd floor girl's bathroom
Wednesday, March 26
10:23a.m.
"I'm sorry about this Kailey, really I am…" She gave me a would-be sympathetic smile that might be believable to any outsider in the world, but I was no ordinary outsider.
I looked into my long-time best friend's face, trying my hardest not to cry as I recognized the malicious glint in her eyes. Lexi continued, "But I'm afraid that you are no longer part of our group…you haven't been for awhile you see."
It took everything in me to keep from running to the nearest girls' bathroom and crying loud, heaving sobs in the privacy of my own stall. But ironically, we were already in a bathroom where Lexi and the rest of our…now her…clique had me surrounded. And I knew I had to keep my ground or suffer the consequences.
I faked a look of utter shock at her words, although I knew they had been coming for awhile. She smirked and added with a tone of sickly sweetness, "I know. It hurts, doesn't it?" A million retorts came into my mind such as 'How could you do this to me?' or 'What did I ever do to you?' although I bit my tongue until the bell signaling the end of class rang.
They sauntered out with confident smiles already plastered on their faces, leaving me standing there alone, my blue eyes shimmering. If only she knew how much it hurt.
Author's Note: The prologue takes place during the present, but most of the story takes place during a flashback from the day before school starts to when the bathroom-incident occurs in March. Well...it makes more sense when you read it, lol.
Chapter 1-My Other Life
Kailey's house
Tuesday, September 4
5:47p.m.
I had a separate life in the summer. Something completely different from the Glamour Goddesses (that was the name that Lexi had made up for us last year in the seventh grade, by the way.) Every summer since I was five I've gone to sleep-away camp in Pennsylvania.
At first it wasn't my idea at all; my parents thought it'd be a great idea for me to meet new people and get new experiences while I was young. But by the time they gave me a choice at age 10, I was hooked.
I loved everything about Camp Sierra from the friends, to the adventure, to the feeling of familiar-ness when my two long-term summer friends, Becca and Katie, ran alongside me as we raced to our favorite cabin (#7) before anyone else could claim it.
Then we laugh ourselves silly as we exchanged stories of how crazy the previous school year had been and at the looks on the newcomers' faces as they watched us, stunned, during our annual race to Ol' Number Seven. Whenever we parted we always had new stories to tell, crushes to obsess over, and drama to spill. Even though we spent the majority of the year apart, with my summer friends it was like time hadn't passed at all.
The rest of the Glamour Goddesses (meaning Lexi, Danielle, and Brianna) usually spent most of their summers sun-tanning on the beach, or occasionally going to one of the popular crowd's pool parties to flirt, mingle, and look cute. As much as I missed my school crowd, I wouldn't try to change our summers apart for anything.
As I said before, I lived a separate life in the summer. I wouldn't look at it as a break from my school friends really, but instead I saw it like I lived a double-life, and each time one stopped, the other continued. (It's kind of like that old saying 'Make new friends/But keep the old/One is silver/And the other's gold,' only groups instead of individual friends. My only dilemma was that I never had really decided which I considered 'Gold.') But sometimes I felt like Lexi and the others didn't see it like that, and for that reason I've felt a little distant from the Glamour Goddesses on the first day or so back to school.
I contemplated this as I finished packing my hot pink over-the-shoulder Gucci bag in anticipation for the first day of 8th grade tomorrow. I had just returned my cell phone to its turquoise rhinestone-covered case when I heard my Mom calling me from downstairs.
"Kailey! Come down for dinner…you can text your friends later-the chicken's getting cold!" Liz Richards called impatiently.
"Coming!" I answered hurriedly back. With a sigh I spun on my 2-inch black Fendi heels and began to click-clack my way down the varnished wooden steps for dinner.
AN: I promise the next chap. will be longer and please read & review!! Btw, if u do review, don't be afraid of correcting any grammatical errors of mine or to just give me an idea of what u want to happen next! :)
Btw, a few of you might think this chap. was just a filler after that dramatic prologue, but it's really just background info. on Kailey to show her deeper, not-as-cliquish side.