Cameo by Tanille Edwards

Author:Tanille Edwards
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fire Flies Entertainment

Chapter 8

We were almost at my house. Riding in Cindy’s car was fabulous! It was a beauty, a shiny black Thunderbird convertible with super-soft cream leather seats. She almost always had the top down. I loved it when the breeze blew through my hair. For a few moments, I felt optimistic, like life was for the taking.

“Your mom was so glad your father decided to get his car fixed,” I said.

“That was no coincidence. If you want things to happen, you have to make them happen. Much like how I merely reminded my mother that our life seemed to be shrinking right before our eyes. My dad downscaled the new kitchen remodel! Then he attempted to slash the backyard landscaping budget in half, eliminating the fire pit and grill. I mean, it was really up to her to save us from ridicule. I only insinuated that my uncle may have been right. We were becoming a discount family. On her side of the family, we’re the only ones who drive American cars.”

Cindy’s Thunderbird coupe, which cost more than most of the teachers’ cars at our school, was apparently the equivalent of bumming around. She did have a knack for getting her way, though.

“Nice work. Resurfacing insecurities in the heart of your mother can be an effective way to get things done,” I said.

“Don’t judge me. You would turn on anyone in a heartbeat if they represented popularity or narcissism. In my book, that makes you as shallow—just with bigger words,” Cindy said.

“That is so not true. I never turn on people.”

“What about Alyssa and Cassie?”

“What about them?”

“The second you stopped getting the gossip text, all of a sudden you weren’t friends. You were boycotting the popular people when you made it seem like it was them who didn’t want to be friends with you. They really liked you.”

“They’re Jane’s friends, not mine. The two of them combined couldn’t fill out one college application. They had to have ‘assistance’ for that. What do we have in common?”

“So you’re smart! You’re an intellectual snob.”

“I am not a snob.” I couldn’t believe she had just called me that! It hurt most because Cindy knew me best. I let out a heavy sigh. I had to just shake that off.

Cindy and I drove the rest of the way to my house in silence. The tree-lined streets were quiet. She pulled up to my house. I was a little scared. I clutched the door handle tightly.

“Are you coming?” I didn’t want to go in alone.

My street just didn’t look the same. All I could see were places where someone could hide—an overgrown bush in someone’s yard, a tree with a thick trunk over in front of the neighbor’s house. I could’ve had an anxiety attack right then and there.

“No, I’m not coming. I don’t feel appreciated.”

Are you kidding me? “Trust me. I couldn’t have walked here from your house. I definitely appreciate the ride.”

“I’ll wait out here. I have to make some calls.”

“Fine.”

I opened the door.

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