MEANWHILE...
The phone was ringing at the Spier/Schafer house. Sharon rolled her eyes. "Those telemarketers always have to call around dinnertime, don't they?" she sighed, annoyed.
SHe picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mrs. Prezzioso. What? You're kidding me! Was Mary Anne, involved? Oh, good. Well, Thanks for telling me."
Richard looked puzzled. "Who was that?" he asked.
"That," replied Sharon. "was Mrs. Prezzioso. She caught Kristy smoking at Miller's Park today." She sounded as if hearing the news had aged her ten years.
The usually calm and sensitive Mary Anne gave a yelp of surprise. "Oh my god. You're kidding me."
Richard looked at her, scruntinizing her emotions. "Were you involved with this Mary Anne?"
"Oh, no way, Dad." Her eyes were brimming with tears. Didn't her father trust her her?
"Mary Anne, I believe you. You'd never do such a thing. But then again I never thought Kristy would either."
They ate the rest of their three-cheese macaroni in silence.
After she was finished, Mary Anne began a telephone marathon. The ex-BSC members all felt a little older and sadder that night.
The next morning, they all ganged up on me before homeroom.
"Kristy," said Stacey. "We heard about what we did."
"While we are your friends, our parents don't think that we should be hanging around you anymore," Abby said. That surprise dme a little. Abby's mom gave her more independence than other parents do. I mean, it was just. One. Cigarette.
"I'm sorry, Kristy," Mary Anne was crying.
Then they left.
The school day went on. In my classes with BSC friends, they would all give me mournful glances over their shoulders. They were angry at me and sad. They were all disappointed in me and none of their parents would ever trust me again.
But I had other friends. Right?
The phone was ringing at the Spier/Schafer house. Sharon rolled her eyes. "Those telemarketers always have to call around dinnertime, don't they?" she sighed, annoyed.
SHe picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mrs. Prezzioso. What? You're kidding me! Was Mary Anne, involved? Oh, good. Well, Thanks for telling me."
Richard looked puzzled. "Who was that?" he asked.
"That," replied Sharon. "was Mrs. Prezzioso. She caught Kristy smoking at Miller's Park today." She sounded as if hearing the news had aged her ten years.
The usually calm and sensitive Mary Anne gave a yelp of surprise. "Oh my god. You're kidding me."
Richard looked at her, scruntinizing her emotions. "Were you involved with this Mary Anne?"
"Oh, no way, Dad." Her eyes were brimming with tears. Didn't her father trust her her?
"Mary Anne, I believe you. You'd never do such a thing. But then again I never thought Kristy would either."
They ate the rest of their three-cheese macaroni in silence.
After she was finished, Mary Anne began a telephone marathon. The ex-BSC members all felt a little older and sadder that night.
The next morning, they all ganged up on me before homeroom.
"Kristy," said Stacey. "We heard about what we did."
"While we are your friends, our parents don't think that we should be hanging around you anymore," Abby said. That surprise dme a little. Abby's mom gave her more independence than other parents do. I mean, it was just. One. Cigarette.
"I'm sorry, Kristy," Mary Anne was crying.
Then they left.
The school day went on. In my classes with BSC friends, they would all give me mournful glances over their shoulders. They were angry at me and sad. They were all disappointed in me and none of their parents would ever trust me again.
But I had other friends. Right?