The next day, my Mom took me dress shopping. I search for some dresses that matches my eyes, my hair, and the right size.
She asks, "How about this one?" She hold up a green one. I shook my head. "It's not me." I look at the light blue ones which are cute. But then I hear a, "Hi Jan." I look away to see who was calling my name. It's Sandy, also looking at dresses.
"Oh. Hey Sandy!" I smiled. "How are you?" Sandy replies, "I'm fine."
"Jan? What do you think of this?" Mom asked holding a white dress. "And who's that?" She asked.
"Mom. This is Sandy. She's a new student from Australia!"
Mom smiles and shook Sandy's hand. "Well, any friend of hers is a friend of mine!"
My smile immediately disappeared. "Oh mom. You see… We aren't really-"
She interrupts, "Oh! You can come to our house anytime!" She chuckles and says to me, "How about this one?" She holds up the white dress. I took and looked at it as she left us to find more dresses.
"Sorry about that. It happens every time." I giggled and looked at the dress. "Eh. I don't think it goes good on me at all."
Sandy looks at a fuchsia pink dress behind her. I swear that one does match.
"Hey uh… Sandy?" I ask feeling awkward. She looked at me in question and then I said holding out the dress. "I think this is you."
Sandy looked at it and then smiles widely and exclaims, "You're right!" She took the other dress and held it in front of me. "I think this suits you too!"
"That's the one I was thinking about!" Really. It was. It matches my hair, and it's just the right size.
We simultaneously giggled and I suddenly apologized, "I'm sorry."
"About what?" She asked her face with confusion.
"About teasing you at Frenchy's sleepover earlier. It was all Rizzo's fault."
Sandy nodded chucking, "It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong."
I made a small smile and asked, "Who are you going with to the dance-off?"
She replied, "Danny."
"Oh! You two made up?" I asked and she nodded and asked, "Who are you going with?"
"Putzie. The T-bird."
That's how Sandy and I became friends.