I should have known the day would be horrible, the way it started out.
I woke up late. Wendy was off to the pool and my parents were visiting some relitives. I snuck into Wendy's room, which is something I do not do often. On the vanity table was the make-up she was going to put on me. A bunch of green eye shadows and pink lip gloss. That seemed a tad bit weord to me for, when Wedy put her own make-up on, she put on dark blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick that looked like her lip was bleeding.
In the pink chair I sat and looked the stuff over. I picked up the eye lash curler and tried to curl my lashes. I've seen Wendy do it a millon and two times.
"SSHHHIITT!!!" I screamed. The curler closed too tight on my eye. Some lashes got in my eye and I started to cry. Sure I've gotten a lot more hurt in my life ,but that hurt like hell. It does hurt to be pretty. After yelling and saying 'Gawd that was soooo stupid' I looked in the mirror to have none other than a black eye. Shit was right. I decided to stop right there and then.
Fifteen minutes later I found myself answering the door. My new neighbor. Some kid with a weird fishing cap on his head. When I asked wht he was doing there he looked up. The kid jumped back a little like he was scared or something
" What ?" I asked. The boy pointed to my eye.
" Sorry." He said," But if it helps at all.." He took his stupid hat off to show his own black eye. Seems like he was tring to cover it up.
" Thanks kid, I guess. So-not to be rude- but why did you come here?"
" My mom heard a yell and told me to see if anyone was hurt...Is any one hurt?" That kid made me laugh.
" Nope. Just me. Little insident. My name's Amelia Jane." No way in hell I wanted to be mistaken for a boy again.
" Scott Smalls. Do you want to hang out or something?" What was I supposed to say? No? Plus this kid needed some friends; He just moved to town two weeks ago.
" Why not kid- I mean Scott." He waited in the living room so I could go upstaris and change. A bright yellow shirt with an overalls dress, converse, and my baseball cap.
Man it was boring. We just kinda sat on his front porch watching the cars drive by. BBBBBOOOOOORRRRIIINNNG!! Gosh, now i feel mean for saying that.
His mom did come out to meet me. I had already seen Mrs. Smalls; She talked to my mom. I told Scotty that I was going to get my bike to show him. But when I got back he was gone! I ? Got ditched? By him?
Staying calm, I went to the door and asked where he went. My answer: To play baseball.
So on my bike, I rode around my old town. Maybe to get a Coke at the diner or something. I felt like riding back to the Sandlot.
No one was there. I came from behind the dugout, but when I saw Scotty with those guys from the day before I retreated. It felt weird; Hiding from boys and all.
