*Bee*
Saturday, sweet Saturday. I was going off campus with the boys later. It'd be nice to get away for a few hours.
I rummaged through my dresser. Practice was pretty uneventful yesterday. Although Jet seemed a little off. Man, they were both hiding something from me and it was driving me crazy! Well, at least he didn't bring up what'd happened outside. I was kinda worried when he saw us. There was a reason I only told Longshot I sing.
I sighed. Pink, pink, pink. I hate it, but its not easy for me to get new clothes. Its not like I have parents to give me the money. And not many places hire 14-year olds.
I shook my head. Can't think like that. T-shirt, t-shirt, sequins, t-shirt, gym clothes. Can't live with 'em, can't pass without 'em. And I needed to pass. My scholarship required that I had an A in every class. Fun.
Let's see… There was a good sweater. I looked for a cami to go with it. I found one, tossed it and the sweater onto my bed, and pulled out an old pair of jeans.
I yanked everything on and walked over to my mirror. I put on some–okay, a lot of–eyeliner, and clipped four red barrettes in my hair. It's an ancient tradition that, when someone in your family dies, you paint a stripe of blood on your cheek. Well, I'm not about to walk around with four stripes of blood on my face, so I use barrettes instead.
I slipped on my bracelet. It's the only jewelry I ever wear. It's really just dark blue glass beads, but it's the only thing I have left of my mom. (She made it when she was younger. When I was, like, five, she gave it to me.) I guess I'm kinda like Katara like that. But at least she has a dad.
Won't think like that. Can't think like that.
I slipped my earrings in. My mom took me to get my ears pierced when I was four. They were torture at first (the gun got stuck for one of them), but it was the least I could do to wear them. I usually never took them off, except to switch them, but my ears were starting to puff up again, so… Yeah.
I sighed, tried yanking a brush through my hair, gave up, grabbed my key, and walked downstairs.
I grabbed breakfast. Longshot had archery practice (at 9 on a Saturday, Spirits know why) and I had no idea where Jet was.
I went back up to my dorm, sat down on my bed, grabbed my book, and started reading. It's called Nightschool. It's this awesome horror/comedy manga about a cursed 13 year old witch whose sister goes missing.
I must've really gotten into it, 'cause when I heard a knock an hour and a half later (gimme a break, I'm a slow reader), I jumped. High.
"Who is it?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well who it was.
I could just see him rolling his eyes. (Longshot.)
I stuck in a bookmark. "Coming." I walked over and opened the door.
(You ready?)
I stared.
(It's 11.)
"Really?" I glanced back at my clock. "Huh. Time flies. Hang on." I ran back and grabbed my purse off the floor. I made sure I had my key in my pocket, slipped outside, and locked the door.
I turned back to Longshot. "Ready – Wait, where's Jet?"
He sighed. (Detention. Again.)
I groaned. "Oh, come on! Can he go a day without getting into trouble?"
(Apparently not.)
I sighed. "Guess it's just you and me."
We walked out to the parking lot. Then I realized something.
"Hey, if Jet's not coming, how are we getting there?"
He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. (Jet gave me the keys.)
"No," I said firmly.
He looked hurt. (Why not?)
"You cannot drive."
(I can drive.)
"Not more than ten miles an hour! It'd be faster to walk!" Then I got an idea. "Actually… Why don't we?"
(You do realize it's two miles each way.)
I shrugged. "So? We used to do it all the time. You guys only got your licenses this year."
He crossed his arms. (I wanna drive.)
"No." I started walking, literally dragging him along.