“I’m not going,” Marissa insisted, tilting my head this way and that. “Can I put some darker eyeshadow on you? And maybe trim your hair? You’d look adorbs with bangs.”
“Only if you go with me to the party. Please? I want to scope out everyone before starting high school. You know, suss out the cliques. And maybe even try to find some friends.”
“You don’t need friends,” she said, bumping my shoulder with hers. “You have me. But if it means I get to cut your hair… I guess so.”
***
Graduation couldn’t get here fast enough. I was sick of seeing the same people at every party, especially Marissa with her friends, whispering behind my back, snickering when I walked past. No matter how hard I tried to ignore them, the rumors they spread followed me everywhere. I couldn’t wait for orientation… a chance to scope out everyone before starting college, suss out the cliques, and maybe even try to find some friends.
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