Your guardian angel.
P.S. I only get an hour of media time a day, so I most likely won’t be able to reply to your emails super quickly. :(
It wasmy last class of the week, Psychic Development, and I was mentally patting myself on the back for having survived my first week. I settled comfortably in my seat behind the girl with the purple pig tails and the boy who everyone calls Snow, because he’s so white; both complexion and hair. I twirled my bobble-butterfly pen, and watched the sparkles swirl in front of my eyes.
“Psychic sensitivities come in many forms,” Mr. Todd was saying. “Clairvoyance is a word taken from French, meaning ‘clear vision’, and it’s just one of the gifts under the psychic sensitivities umbrella. We’ll be going through all this in detail this semester. Clairvoyance, is also known as ‘inner sight’. One who is clairvoyant sees a whole world inside their own minds…”
I was kind of fascinated by the class and paying attention, until I spotted Alicia through the window in the door. She was making silly faces. I laughed out loud and that’s when Mr. Todd stopped talking.
“Something amusing, Miss Jenkins?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He went on with the class. I was restless, wondering what was up with Alicia, and super excited for the weekend.
When class was over, Alicia was waiting for me, an eager smile splitting her face in two. She hooked her arm in mine and dragged me through the halls towards the dorms. I struggled to keep up with her as we nipped our way through the crowd of kids. “Now you finally get to see what it’s like to be a freaskter,” she cheered.
Wide-eyed, I asked, “Where are we going?”
She bit her lip playfully and as we bounded up the stairs. Her red-tipped ponytail bounced playfully. “I told you… we have a lot in store for you this weekend, girl.”
I honestly didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid. Truth be told, I was about twenty percent pumped, and eighty percent scared shitless.
When we finally got to our dorm, she knocked on all the doors, screaming, “T.G.I.F!”
Girls came out in droves, and they all headed to our room. “T.G.I.F Strip Fest!” one girl shouted.
“Whoo-hoo,” another shrieked.
Alicia fiddled with her old-school iPod Nano and put on an old Katy Perry song;Last Friday Night.There’s something magical about a great song, isn’t there? It sweeps you away and brings you to a new realm. And that’s exactly what happened in room 207.
Everyone was dancing, singing along with the lyrics, jumping on our mattresses, getting tangled up in the origami hanging from the ceiling above my bed. And then… clothes went flying.
I stared, my jaw to the floor. “What the?”
Alicia laughed, and pulled me in. “It’s what we do on Fridays… we strip off these stupid uniforms.”
I guessed it was an act of rebellion of sorts. I totally got it. I nodded, my gaze darting across the room. Plaid skirts, socks, cardigans and shirts were flying in all directions. They all wore the cutest bras and undies; polka dots, flowers, frills.
Alicia peeled off her shirt, and threw it in the air. It landed right over my lamp. She stood in front of me, wearing a playful grin and a leopard patterned bra. “C’mon, girl. What are you waiting for?”
“Uh…” Call me a prude but I didn’t want to do it. I was wearing plain old white briefs and a blue sports bra. If only I’d known I’d be involved in a strip fest that afternoon, I would have worn something cuter.
I shook my head and jumped off my bed, heading for the door. Alicia grabbed me by the wrist. “C’mon, Anna. Join the party.”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. I wanted to fit in after all. I didn’t want to bethatgirl – the one who does her homework every night, goes to bed by ten, and never does anything her parents wouldn’t approve of. Well, I was that girl but I didn’t want them to know that.
I smirked and started with my tie, loosened it, pulled it over my head and threw it up in the air. The girls squealed and cheered me on. It felt good to act a little crazy for once. I started on the buttons of my shirt and they chanted. “Take it off. Take it off.”
We were officially in giggle-fest mode when I got down to my plaid skirt. It felt so good to take it off – school uniforms were not designed to be comfy. When I got down to my underwear, I jumped up on Alicia’s bed and screamed. It felt so awesome, finally fitting in, feeling like I belonged. I felt like I had finally found my tribe.
Alicia wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “Do you want a makeover?” she asked, a grin as wide as her face.
“Uh…”
“C’mon, we’ll transform you. You’ll be the hottest girl at the party.”
“Party?” I asked, unsure. I had heard nothing about a party. But then again, I was still new and not exactly in the know.
