Not That Kind of Girl by Siobhan Vivian

Author:Siobhan Vivian [Vivian, Siobhan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 9780545169165
Publisher: Push
Published: 2009-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

An hour later, I pulled into our driveway. As I walked toward the house, I crammed my cardboard airplane into one of the trash cans. Amelia Earhart had crashed and burned. Mom and Dad were in the living room. Dad was asleep, Mom curled up in his arms. "How was the dance?" she whispered. And then, glancing behind me with a bit of surprise, she asked, "Where's Autumn?" "She felt sick," I lied, and headed upstairs. Cardboard scraps and art supplies were all over my room. I didn't want to bother cleaning them up, so I threw everything in a pile on the floor, shut off the lights, and climbed into my bed. I lay awake, picturing Autumn at the party. I wondered if she was having fun. She probably was. I bet Marci was making sure of that. She wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. She was probably talking about me, telling Autumn she'd done the right thing by leaving me behind. As mad as I was at Autumn, I still worried about her. Despite the fact that she'd basically broken my heart, I hoped that Autumn wouldn't get made fun of by anyone. Lord knows that Marci wouldn't stand up for her. I put my cell phone next to my pillow, just in case I got a teary phone call from her. So I could be there for Autumn, like I always was. I closed my eyes. I tried to sleep. But I couldn't. Especially knowing that I'd have to lie there all night, alone, thinking about Autumn at that party, without me. I found Connor's number crumpled in the pocket of my pants. Midnight had come and gone, but it didn't matter. I flipped open my phone and pounded out a text.

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