spot-on imitation of Mom. Maybe she might get a lead after all. “And when I do get a lead, we are not having Chinese. We’re going to have yummy Italian from La Dolce Nonna.”
“Well, let’s celebrate Lara’s good news while we eat her choice tonight,” Dad says.
“Then she’ll celebrate your good news while she eats your choice when the time comes,” Mom adds.
IF the time comes , I think again but don’t say.
Right before I go upstairs after dinner, I check Facebook again. I’ve got a friend request from some guy I’ve never heard of, Christian DeWitt, who’s a senior at East River, a high school in a town an hour away from here. I have no idea why he’s friending me, and I normally wouldn’t friend someone I don’t know — my parents are real freaks about that. But he’s gorgeous. I mean, like, model hot. And he’s friends with a lot of my friends, so I figure maybe it’s okay. Even Bree’s friends with him.
Still, if my parents find out I’ve friended someone I don’t know, it’s a grounding offense. Like I said, total freaks. That’s why I’m not allowed my own laptop, and Syd and I have to share this computer in the living room, which is so annoying .
With Mom being on the city council, she’s all about “setting examples” of how to be the Perfect Parent. And of course she knows the police chief personally, so Syd and I always have to be a Perfect Example of everything. Nothing less than perfection will do when you’re the daughters of Councilwoman Kathy Kelley. Being fat and depressed definitely didn’t fit the profile.
I gaze at Christian DeWitt’s picture, the cursor hovering over the Confirm button. He’s seriously hot. I can’t believe he wants to friend me. It can’t hurt , I tell myself, clicking Confirm.
I’m about to get off the computer when I hear the plink of Facebook chat.
I can’t believe it. It’s him . Hot-as-anything Christian DeWitt! Hey, congrats on making cheerleading! he writes.
Thanks! I’m pretty pumped. : )
So, how was the rest of your day?
Pretty good. How about you?
Better now.
What was the matter before?
Stuff. You know, it happens, right?
Don’t I know it!
At least you’re having a good day …
Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. I made varsity cheerleading team, and now this amazing-looking guy is chatting with me. When I think about where I was a year and a half ago, I can’t even believe this is happening.
Yeah. Pretty awesome day.
And my day just improved because I’m talking to a cute girl like you.
He. Thinks. I’m. Cute. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I suddenly worry, though, that this is so weird and sudden. What if he’s some middle-aged creeper pretending to be a teenager, like when the police come to school to give us those “Be Very Afraid of the Internet” talks?
But if he’s friends with all these people I know and all the kids at his own high school, he must be legit. Do you need glasses? ;P I type.
Come on, don’t be modest. You’re really pretty.
Pretty? He seriously must be blind or something.
“Lara, are you done yet? You’re not the only one who has homework, you know!”
Figures, just as I finally have some gorgeous guy telling me I’m cute and pretty, my sister butts in and tells me she needs the computer.
Gotta go , I type, hoping that this isn’t the last time I ever hear from him.
Chat soon! he writes.
Smiling, I log off Facebook.
“It’s all yours,” I tell Syd, and I head upstairs. My life really is turning around, and I couldn’t be happier.
Y OU’D THINK it’s Mom who didn’t make the cut for varsity cheerleading by the way she’s stomping around the kitchen, breathing fire and smashing pots and pans down on the counter.
“I’m going into school tomorrow morning to talk to Coach Carlucci,” she fumes. “This is ridiculous! How can she cut you and let Lara Kelley on the team?”
“Mom! No! ” Bree shouts. “Don’t do that! It’ll just make things worse!”
“Worse,
“Well, let’s celebrate Lara’s good news while we eat her choice tonight,” Dad says.
“Then she’ll celebrate your good news while she eats your choice when the time comes,” Mom adds.
IF the time comes , I think again but don’t say.
Right before I go upstairs after dinner, I check Facebook again. I’ve got a friend request from some guy I’ve never heard of, Christian DeWitt, who’s a senior at East River, a high school in a town an hour away from here. I have no idea why he’s friending me, and I normally wouldn’t friend someone I don’t know — my parents are real freaks about that. But he’s gorgeous. I mean, like, model hot. And he’s friends with a lot of my friends, so I figure maybe it’s okay. Even Bree’s friends with him.
Still, if my parents find out I’ve friended someone I don’t know, it’s a grounding offense. Like I said, total freaks. That’s why I’m not allowed my own laptop, and Syd and I have to share this computer in the living room, which is so annoying .
With Mom being on the city council, she’s all about “setting examples” of how to be the Perfect Parent. And of course she knows the police chief personally, so Syd and I always have to be a Perfect Example of everything. Nothing less than perfection will do when you’re the daughters of Councilwoman Kathy Kelley. Being fat and depressed definitely didn’t fit the profile.
I gaze at Christian DeWitt’s picture, the cursor hovering over the Confirm button. He’s seriously hot. I can’t believe he wants to friend me. It can’t hurt , I tell myself, clicking Confirm.
I’m about to get off the computer when I hear the plink of Facebook chat.
I can’t believe it. It’s him . Hot-as-anything Christian DeWitt! Hey, congrats on making cheerleading! he writes.
Thanks! I’m pretty pumped. : )
So, how was the rest of your day?
Pretty good. How about you?
Better now.
What was the matter before?
Stuff. You know, it happens, right?
Don’t I know it!
At least you’re having a good day …
Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. I made varsity cheerleading team, and now this amazing-looking guy is chatting with me. When I think about where I was a year and a half ago, I can’t even believe this is happening.
Yeah. Pretty awesome day.
And my day just improved because I’m talking to a cute girl like you.
He. Thinks. I’m. Cute. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I suddenly worry, though, that this is so weird and sudden. What if he’s some middle-aged creeper pretending to be a teenager, like when the police come to school to give us those “Be Very Afraid of the Internet” talks?
But if he’s friends with all these people I know and all the kids at his own high school, he must be legit. Do you need glasses? ;P I type.
Come on, don’t be modest. You’re really pretty.
Pretty? He seriously must be blind or something.
“Lara, are you done yet? You’re not the only one who has homework, you know!”
Figures, just as I finally have some gorgeous guy telling me I’m cute and pretty, my sister butts in and tells me she needs the computer.
Gotta go , I type, hoping that this isn’t the last time I ever hear from him.
Chat soon! he writes.
Smiling, I log off Facebook.
“It’s all yours,” I tell Syd, and I head upstairs. My life really is turning around, and I couldn’t be happier.
Y OU’D THINK it’s Mom who didn’t make the cut for varsity cheerleading by the way she’s stomping around the kitchen, breathing fire and smashing pots and pans down on the counter.
“I’m going into school tomorrow morning to talk to Coach Carlucci,” she fumes. “This is ridiculous! How can she cut you and let Lara Kelley on the team?”
“Mom! No! ” Bree shouts. “Don’t do that! It’ll just make things worse!”
“Worse,
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