"Oh, dear Lord, please just let me make it through the day" was the first thought that registered in Becky's head as she awoke two minutes before the alarm was set to go off on her first terrifying day of high school. She was a nervous wreck having not slept much. She tossed and turned half the night worrying about everything from would her hair look all right to will she be able to find her classes on time.
At least Jillian had helped her pick out a decent outfit which Becky was completely clueless about. What would she do without her very best friend and constant link to reality? Perhaps her only link to reality, really, if you knew her mother. Becky's mother was a high-powered editor for some fancy design magazine and to hear her talk you'd think that was all there was in life. She was already shoving Princeton and Harvard brochures under Becky's nose to "get her ready for the real world" which, of course, meant following in her very spiky shoe footsteps. As if Becky wanted to be a neurotic, narcissistic, anorexic Prima Donna. Not that Becky had any better ideas but her mother's life was so not for her.
Grateful that her mother had already gone to work, she dressed and headed for the kitchen. Becky was barely allowed in there. Her mother was constantly shooing her away for fear she might eat more than a run-way model. She was thrilled after dinner last night when Becky pushed back her plate with only half the tofu concoction eaten. Little did she know....read more
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