I guess I should have seen it coming when she first picked up the guitar. Elizabeth Rose could sing better than any girl I'd ever met. She'd always said she wasn't going to stay in this town forever. It was too small. She'd be off to the big city as soon as she could. i could only smile and nod. I knew agreeing with her was better than butting heads with her temper.
In ninth grade we'd met. I still had braces and wire rim glasses that proved quite unattractive. I had walked into school that day in skinny jeans and a button down, plaid shirt. She was sitting in the back row of our US History class and looked like she could give a fuck. Liza R
My name is Wendy Kass. Yesterday I told my friend, Forrest Kline about something that happened in my art class. Today it made me the happiest girl in the world.
"What about mixing some nail polish colors? And selling those?" Naomi Bandersin said as we brainstormed ideas to get money for the art department. Naomi is Blake Bandersin's twin sister and she's the exact oppostie of him; smart and sarcastic. Blake doesn't even know what sarcasm is.
"That's silly, Nay. Colors are just colors. I hate when people do that. Give crazy names to colors. They're just colors. Red is red, pink is pink. Mauve is as far as I'll go and that's pushing it" I sa