I
ready to fall asleep on my face when the fin
parking lot. Most of the Ravenlake kids are clambering into Range Rovers and BMWs, pee
to meet here after school so we could take the bus bac
ater hanging over her arm. She has on the black polo and pants that all of the Ravenlake Prep non-teaching staff wear, and I wang mean to me, but my mom is a hard worker and a good parent, and she doesn't deserve to be on the receivi
bout heartache. Not like sh
rs as it so often is, but when she hears the crunch of my steps o
rl. How was y
ug. "
make any
t. Only time will tell if they are actually going to be my frie
mit. "I think I'm really g
hat wraps around the school to the side parking lot where she parked our ancient, rusted-out Honda. "Y
ing. Both Mom and I tu
lowing as she sticks her head through the window and waves to me and my mom. "Can
out it, she pats me on the shoulder and waves away her own question. "I can
house tonight too if that's
and kisses my forehead. "I'll
door. I climb in, feeling a little guilty about leaving Mo
f the parking lot, leaving Ravenlake Prep i
She lives in a gated community-duh
en romance novel-stone walls, extravagant landscapi
er, is another lev
kle. Her bed frame is also white and tufted with a fluffy white comforter and pink accents. A pink, oversized chai
re isn't a bit of boring, bland space in the room. Every
all bench in the middle of the room and rack upon rack of designer clothe
s how my mouth has fallen open. "Seriously. Bec
's h
the party was going t
rying on clothes, twisting my hair into a hundred different styl
or support. It is softer than my bedsheets and some
can tell she is growing frustrated
little 'stereotypical quirky girl' to wear beat-up s
my familiar high-tops back on. Then, I walk ov
my shoulder, holding up two triangular bits of fabric to cover my boobs. The neckline plunges low
tion Cora has. All of h
ty, but I feel n
my shoulders. "That's how
she is grinning at me and having such a
and party preparations have helped me tak
party will wi

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