Adrienne Thompkins walked into James Polk High School, wearing the dress her mother helped her with.
I could make a dress, a robe fit for a prince. I could clothe a continent, but I can't sew a stitch.
She took in her surroundings: Green and gold everywhere. She saw familiar faces, mixed with a hint of maturity in them. She knew who she was looking for, but couldn't see them threw the crowd.
I can paint my face, and stand very still. It's not very practical, but it pays the bills.
She went around getting smiles, and waves. Adrienne finally got into the office where she rang the service bell. "Hold on a sec," came a nasally voice in turn. A girl with oversized glasses, and stringy dark hair came out. Adrienne studied her for a moment, "Lisa?"
I can't change my name, but I could be you type. I can dance, and win at games like backgammon and at life.
Lisa studied her for a minute before she figured out who she was. "Adrienne?" She nodded grinning. She came around the desk and hugged her. "I can't believe you're back. We all thought we'd never see you again," Lisa said stunned. "My dad got transferred back here, so here I am." Both of them giggled, then silence fell over them.
I used to be the smart on, sharp as a tack. Funny how skipping years has held me back.
Adrienne looked at her feet, "I um… came for my schedule." Lisa mad an 'o' with her mouth, as she went and got it for her. Lisa smiled as she handed it to Adrienne, "Good luck." Adrienne gave her thanks, and walked through the halls reviewing it. Then she got knocked onto the ground. She came to face a boy wearing brown slacks, and a striped polyester shirt. "Adrienne?"
I used to be the bright one, top in my class. Funny what they give you when you just learn how to ask.
"Cookie?" He smiled helping her stand. "You've grown up," he said not believing his eyes. She smiled shyly, "So have you." He nodded, "Four years makes a difference I guess." Both of them walked down the hall together. "Can I have a look at your schedule, I'll show you mine." Adrienne complied swapping with him. He looked up at her, "Music History?"
I can write a song, but I can't sing in key. I can play piano, but I never learned to read.
"Only Ned takes that class." Adrienne shivered, hoping Cookie hadn't noticed. " How is Ned?" "He's okay, he still talks about you sometimes." She blushed, until she heard a crash. A man with a net came running down the hall. Adrienne saw what he was after, a little weasel. She bent down, and scooped him up.
I can't trap a mouse, but I can pet a cat. No, I'm being serious. I'm really very good at that.
He came running up to her, "Now I got ya weasel." Adrienne held it close," I'm not going to let you hurt him." Before the man could reply the weasel scuttled at of her arms and ran. "You alright Gordy?" "Yeah, everywhere I go that weasel has to follow, mocking me."
I used to be the bright one, smart as a whip. Funny how you slip so far when teachers don't keep track of it.
Gordy walked off, and a "Hey" came behind her and Cookie. Adrienne recognized the two people as Moze and Ned. They both stood on either side of Cookie as they looked her over.
I used to be the tight one, the perfect fit. Funny how those compliments make you feel so full of it.
Moze went over to hug her, Adrienne could feel her warmth seep into her. "I've missed you sooo much. You have no idea to only have those two as company." Adrienne smiled as the two of them let go of their embrace.Then Ned came up to her, pulling her close. Adrienne felt the verge of tears coming on.
I'm not exceptionally shy, but I've never had a man. That I could look straight in the eye, and tell my secret plans.
"Why don't you take Adrienne to Music History Ned?" Ned looked at her, "You're taking it too?" She nodded. "Better go before we're late then." He took her hand, both waving to Cookie and Moze, before going to class.
Hello I love you, will you tell me your name?
Hello I'm good for nothing-will you love me the same?