Unforgiveable Secret

ust didn't seem the same now that I had it on this morning. There was still time

c shirt that I'd selected earlier. It wasn't the best attire in my wardrobe, but it was comfy,

down at the kitchen table. “What happened to all those cl

This time it was the 'that's a nice outfit, but are you really going to wear that to school. You know Clarissa wouldn't

was checking out my outfit like she was totally disappointed in her youngest daughter's clothing, made me lose my morning appetite. “See y

sible with Tara and Rynae pounding on my car window. They were t

asn't that they were ugly or anything, but just had the above-average grades

enough. This was a tough feat to do since Tara was like a pixie in disgui

ed that I made them wait three extra minutes while I listened to a song on the radio. “You should be happy, like us," her

“I wasn't stubborn. I was lis

Both Tara and Rynae s

d never gone there, and that was on my big list of places to go, and hopefully, I really, really

they all are, but I sorta

. “You mean when you play a song a hundred tim

imes a day, only ninety-nine

hook their heads

ion anymore.” Tara looked over my w

y.” I didn't tell her that meant I liste

ation and nudged Rynae w

at they were an

ur rut. There are more singers

e better get a move on.” Now it

half a marathon. I don't know why they made it so far away, but I was e

, like the children they still were. The rest of th

d about forever looking like they w

and strutted their stuff. They wore the skimpiest of outfits and seemed

ually trying to make something out of our lives and not wasting away being a follower, a stoner, or

ess about the school with them not around. It was like the school could function at a reasonab

oed as it alerted everyone that the first da

e of life at high