Chapter 2 "Friends3"
When I got to school it was about 8:50 so I had a little time to socialize. So I made my way to my group. I smiled at Whitney, said hi to Gwennan and got pulled into a tight hug with Kaite.
Whitney
is one of those quiet people who is way out there who you never know
what she is thinking about. She's real smart to. She is very kind
hearted and just like me has a family of 4. Accept her sibling is a
brother and he is 16. His name is Trent.
Her family owns a
restaurant called 'Haeuser Café' after the family last name. Her
last name is pronounced 'How-Zer'. Whitney has strawberry blond
hair with blue eyes. They are a very special type of blue. Not just
blue but a type of blue that you can see the world in and her very
heart and soul.
Gwennan is very different from Whitney. You can
always tell what she is thinking about. She has the best writing in
the group and I will ALWAYS be jelous. I think everyone is. Accept
Whitney. I love how she has the 'Accept yourself how you are'
personality. Back to Gwennan though. Gwennan has long dark hair and
brown eyes. She has very tan skin and is Italian, Mexican, Spanish
and French. She has an older sister called Keesha. She's the best
and I would trade Elani for her any day! Gwennan's dad owns his own
car business so she is kinda rich. And her mom sews quilts and sells
them donating some money to different things because they have enough
money to go around from Gwennan's dad's car business anyways.
They sponsor a kid in Africa. Gwennan's last name is
Alchilago.
(Pronounced 'Al-chill-lay-go').
And last but
not least there is kaite. She's always has something nice to say
but is mean when she wants to. She is my height (not very tall) and
she is thin. She is always happy to see me. Kaite has dirty blond
hair, bluey-green eyes and has freckles. Her hair is only just about
an inch or two longer than mine. She has a fish called flounder and a
rabbit named Tumone. She has a little brother named Alex who is nine
years old. He's the cutest!!! I would also trade Elani for him any
day. Kaite's Dad is a engineer and works part time as a soccer
coach for our school soccer team. He's the best at his job is what
I've heard from other kids so I want to go out for soccer this year
now that I can join the team. Kaite's mom works as a vet. She only
works small shifts so she can be home by the time the kids get home
so she can be around them a lot. Kaite's last name is Martin.
Wouldn't it be funny if her dad's name was Martin? Then he would
be Martin Martin. I've always thought that even from the day me and
Kaite met.
Kaite broke my thoughts by asking
"Did you
respond in the book yet?"
"Not yet," I replied. "But I
will a little later. I didn't get a chance."
*DING
*DING!
"There's the bell…" sighed Whitney.
As
I sat through math class being bored as ever I looked around the
room. The teachers words drifted in and out.
"So if you take the
circumference and multiply by diameter…."
My teachers name is
Mrs. Clark. She's nice but boring when she explains things. I
looked around the room. Gwennan looked half asleep but I could tell
she was thinking about what types of distractions she could cause the
class. I decided to take out the notebook and finish my response:
I like my new jeans. Not skinny though. Skinny are uncomfortable! OH! And Gwen maybe we should look in to your neighbor a little more if she seems suspicious. I would. --
"Abby?"
It
was Mrs. Clark.
"Huh?" I replied.
"Do you know the
answer?"
"Ummm…" I stuttered. "What was the
question?"
"Abby, please do try to pay attention." She said
sternly.
"Ok," I replied sheepishly.
Hey,
I wasn't the only one who wasn't paying attention. I just was
multitasking. That's all. Darn though. That's the second time
today that I have been interrupted when writing my response.
I
had no choice but to listen to the teacher.
"So if A=5 what is
C? Abby?"
Umm… oh crud. What's the answer.
"Is it…"
I stalled… On the board another number is 6 so If maybe I multiply
because a lot of things are multiplied these days….so 5 times 6
is…
"It's… 30?" I sputtered.
"Yes Abby! Very good!
30 is the answer," Congratulated Mrs. Clark.
I heaved a sigh of
relief. Wow. You can almost never go wrong with multiplying.
We ended up with having to do questions 1, 3, 6, and 7 for math. I'll have to remember what I did. I was glad it was one day away from Friday though. Tomorrow there is a dance. I've never been before. None of my friends have either. Gwennan was always aloud to go. but got permission on Monday. Kaite got permission last night. I am working on it tonight.
On the bus I took out the
notebook. Elani sat next to me.
"Beat it," I snarled.
"Why
should I?" asked Elani.
"Because!"
I said, "I don't want you here. Go sit with Dani or
Alice."
"Fine," said Elani.
I don't see why she wants
to sit with me when she has friends on the bus. Oh well. Back to the
book.
* * * * *
I HAVE PERMISSION TO GO TO THE DANCE!!! I convinced my mom during
dinner. I also finished my homework. I called Whitney to ask for
help. No surprise she understood it. Apparently Gwen and Kaite called
her to! I finished my response to the book. And I am going down to
Whitney's house 3 blocks away to drop of the book. It's 7:00 so
it will be getting dark soon. So I'd better hurry.
"Mom! I'm
leaving!" I yelled.
"Wait!" responded mom coming into the
entranceway from the kitchen. "I need you to hurry and be home
before it gets to dark. Don't talk to anyone and"--
"I know
mom," I cut in. "love you, bye!"
*****
When
I got to Whitney's her mom answered the door. Whitney was in her
room studying so her mom led me to her room to meet her. Whitney spun
around in her chair to face me. She smiled.
"Hey," I said.
"What's up?"
"Not too much. Just studying for the math
test." She replied glumly.
"You?" I asked surprised. "But
you know it!"
"I know," She answered, "But my mom likes me
to study it anyways just so that I am absolutely sure I know
it."
"Oh!" I gasped. "I better get home. It's dark
already. I told my mom I'd be home by
dark."
"Wait here," Said Whitney, "I'll see if my mom
can give you a ride."
"Oh. Thanks," I replied thankfully.
I sat on Whitney's bed and admired here tidy room. I loved the
colour. It was a soft pink. My room on the other hand was green and
wasn't tidy. I had many out of place things. And my laundry only
half the time ended up in my drawer. Whitney broke my thoughts.
"My mom can drive you home," she stated. "Sorry I took so long.
Trent was arguing being able to use the car on Saturday."
"It's
ok," I answered. "I was just admiring your room. It's so
tidy."
"Oh, thanks," She blushed.
When we got to my house I thanked Mrs.
Haeuser, and said goodbye to Whitney. When I opened my front door all
I could hear was screaming and crying of Elani. So I kicked off my
shoes and ran upstairs where the noise was coming from. I walked over
to the bathroom and could see Elani sitting on the counter and mom
with a cotton ball and some anti-septic.
"What happened?" I
asked.
"Elani ran outside to do… I don't know what, And
tripped and I think she got stones in her knee- Elani! Sit
still!"
"Oh…" I mumbled.
"Which means," Mom went
on, "That she can't go out to the fund raiser tomorrow with me
and dad. So I need you to-"
"Noo!" I protested loudly. "I
have plans tomorrow after school. I'm going to the dance!"
"Dance?"
questioned mom. "Who said your going to the dance?"
"I was
just about to ask that!" I replied pleadingly.
"Well, you're
going to have to wait till the next one-"
"I hate you!" I
hollered at Elani. And then I stomped off to my room.
I woke early the next
morning to the smell of toast and eggs, so I dragged myself out of my
bed to the kitchen.
"Good morning honey," greeted mom in a
singsong voice handing me a plate of eggs on toast.
"Hi," I
mumbled still a little angry with her. Most of my anger was on Elani
though.
"As soon as I sat down, mom sat down with me and looked
at me silently as if observing my mood.
"I've done some
thinking, and some phone calls," She began.
"So, your dad and
I think that it's fair if you can go to the dance tonight, that you
are mature and old enough," She continued.
"But what
about-"
"I called Nana to come." She answered before I could
ask the whole question.
As my still half asleep brain processed
what she had just said I sprung up from my chair and screamed 'Thank
you!'
"No problem," Cooed mom.
At school I told
every one I could go to the dance. And all of them could go too. All
day all we talked about was what we would wear and who we wanted to
dance with. We all agreed we'd wear shorts and one of our prettiest
tops. Gwennan said she was curling her hair and throwing it up in a
pony tail. Whitney's hair was fine as it was we all agreed. It's
a good length and wavy. So she was going to leave it down. Kaite
wanted to put it up in a bun or a clip. I voted on a clip. So did
Gwennan and Whitney. As for me, everyone agreed that I should curly
it or just put it in a pony tail. I think I'll do my hair like
Gwennan's. It was agreed that since my parents wouldn't be home,
that Whitney's mom would drive us there at 7:00, and Kaite's mom
would drive us home at 10:30. Soon it was the end of the school day
and we only had a journal entry for the weekend and a science
worksheet.
As soon as I got home at 4:30 I ran to my room
and I started digging through my dresser and picking though my
closet. Just as I found my shorts in a pile in the corner of my room
Elani came in.
"Mom and Dad are already gone and Nana called
about 5 minutes before you came home saying she'd be here at about
5:00. Just in time to feed us dinner."
"Ok," I answered
checking my shorts to see if the were clean. "What time is it?" I
added.
"Ummm…" replied Elani checking her watch. "It's
5:02".
Just then we heard the front door open.
"Hi!"
called Nana.
"Hi!" Me and Elani replied in unison.
We
walked out to the entrance way where Nana was standing.
"What
do you girls feel like for dinner?" She asked. "Soup, Pasta,
Chicken, Wraps…" she listed.
"Chicken." I replied.
"Me
too." Mirrored Elani.
"Well it'll be about half hour."
Stated Nana looking at the clock.
"Ok," I answered, starting
to walk to my room putting my hand up to Elani to let her know to
please not follow me. She always wants to follow me. Especially when
Nana's over.
I scavenged though my shirts looking for one that
would match my beige shorts. I decided on a cute red T-shirt that
only had a sleeve on one of the shoulders. I grabbed $5.00 for the
dance off my dresser. Then I walked to the bathroom to do my hair. It
was already 5:15. I played around with my hair for about 5 minutes
in till I finally decided on having my hair up in a tight pony tail.
Just then My Nana called me and Elani for dinner.
"Well don't
you look nice," commented Nana looking me over.
"Thanks," I
replied happily. "I'm going to the dance for my first time so I
need to look good."
"That's nice," replied Nana quite
interested.
After a dinner, which we spent the rest of talking
about Elani's ballet recital and Nana's time she spent with my
little bratty 7 year old cousin Janice. Nana didn't say she was
bratty thought. Ha-ha, I wish she did!
After I quickly spread on
some lip gloss I played a quick round of scrabble with Nana and
Elani. Then the doorbell rang. I quickly kissed Nana and waved bye to
Elani and went to greet Whitney. She looked so good! She had on white
shorts, and a blue spaghetti strap shirt to complement her eyes. Her
hair was just left down. We squealed and hugged and ran to her mom's
red corvette to get a ride.
Kaite was already in the back of
the car. She looked nice with her clip in her hair and her beach
shorts and yellow Hawaii T-shirt. After we were settled we picked up
Gwennan who looked really good with her hair curled and in a ponytail
with side bangs hanging to the side. She had on a dark red halter top
with a little wood effect hoop in the middle. And with her shirt she
also had on jean shorts.
Whitney's mom talked to us about
sticking together. We agreed and jumped out of the car into the
chilly night breeze and ran to the dark school where the dance was
being held. There was a line leading inside where you'd pay. I
could hear the music already. I hoped I wouldn't get a headache. We
all joined hands and got in line.
