After spending and hour or so on homework, I spent the rest of my time until 7 getting ready. I left my hair down but slightly curly at the end. I kept my wardrobe simple: a grey American Eagle sweater, jeans, a multicolored feather necklace, and grey flats. I also kept my makeup simple: foundation, mascara, brown eyeliner, and some lip gloss. I looked at the clock and found that it was only 5:00. Wow, that was fast. I decided to find something off of my bookcase too entertain myself with.
My eyes wandered and then focused on a photo album. Perfect. You see, when I was younger, my mom wasn't always so busy. We actually lived in San Francisco. But ever since I was seven, I moved here and my mom's job as director of the Maritime Aquarium consumed her whole. I flipped over the first few pages: they were just pictures made before I was able to remember. I focused on the photos of when I was 5 or 6. There was me at my bus stop in San Francisco, where I was initially born. I was hugging a girl with bright gray eyes and curly, unruly blond hair: my best friend in the whole wide world.
Annabeth was my next door neighbor. Ever since we were three years old, we were unseparable. We told eachother everything: I knew all about her terrible stepmother and her obnoxious stepbrothers, as well as her father who hated her. My house was essentially her refuge.
I turned to the next page: it was a picture of me and Annabeth at the beach when we were 7. It was terrible: it was blurry, out of focus, and the colors were way too bright. But at least I remembered it as the best time of my life. Well, second best, after Logan. I smiled at the photo, remembering that moment. My mom wasn't home when we got home, and we decided to go to the beach. I was into photography then, and wanted to take my mom's camera with us. But it was out of batteries, so I went to Walgreens and bought one of those cheap $5.00 cameras. Then we went to the beach and had the greatest time ever. We found tons of seaglass as well as a sand dollar. That was the last time I saw Annie.
I guess you could say that 7-year-old me wasn't a happy person. A lot of things were thrown at me, a new school, lifestyle, the loss of my best friend, and having to cook my own meals and fend for myself. So I think I had a good reason to be stressed.
The doorbell rang. I looked to the clock: was it already 7? That was fast. Before I went to open the door, I ran to my desk and opened a light blue box. I took out its contents and put it in my purse for good luck. I was going to need it.
As I opened the door, I made a silent prayer to have this date be perfect. Meanwhile, the fact that I had THE sand dollar in my purse gave me a happy aura and made me excited rather then nervous.