Rainy Day Blues
I jumped out of bed a half hour earlier than usual. I couldn’t wait to get to school. Know why? Yup, I have a boyfriend! He’s so cute! I guess I should tell my mom and dad. But maybe I should keep it a secret just a little while longer, in case they tell me I’m too young. I mean it’s not like we’re holding hands or kissing or whatever. Kissing! Gross! After that embarrassing situation with Alex, I’m not sure I want to kiss anyone ever again. Maybe when I’m 20 or 25. A glance out the window told me it was going to be a rainy day. The sky was dark and stormy. I would need my umbrella for sure.
This was kind of a special day for some reason. I wanted to look my best for Charlie. I picked out a cute little red skirt and blue-and-white striped top and dressed. I know—you shouldn’t wear a skirt in the rain. But what the heck! I had to look cute, right? Anyway, I don’t care if my legs get wet. My reflection told me I was still too young to wear makeup, but I didn’t really need to anyway. When my new curling iron was hot, I tried turning the curls in different directions and messed it up with my fingers. I think it made me look older. Then I tried making the kissy face (or fish face, as my mom says) in the mirror. Not so sure I pulled that one off. With umbrella in hand, I skipped down the stairs, ready for a new day.
“Morning, sweetheart,” Mom was scrambling some eggs. She reached over and grabbed the toast just as it popped up in the new toaster (I don’t know how she makes everything look so easy) and swiped on some butter and jam. “Here you go!”
“Thanks, Mom. I forgot to tell you that I tore the pocket off my jeans yesterday. The school nurse put a few stitches in it so I wouldn’t have to call you. What do you want me to do with them?”