I felt totally out of place in my comfy black pants and layered shirts, my bag was even worse, be-patched and autographed by my friends back home as i... was. I took a deep breath to calm myself before I had a panic attack, pasting a false smile on my face."Please, its just Tricia," I told them and a couple of girls giggled.Mrs. Bates told me to take a seat and proceeded to explain the basics of what I needed to know. She told me that this room was the junior's homeroom and that I was to come. " "Oh, he can't possibly stay mad at you, Aunt Ellen. You know that," Brianna said. I was pretty sure she was right. I hoped so, at any rate. "Shall we begin?" my cousin asked. My mother sighed and bobbed her head in assent. Four hands pressed their fingers against my scalp. I gasped as I felt them sink past the skin. It was like my skull offered no more resistance than the surface of a pool of water. Yet, though there were now twenty holes in my head, I felt no pain. When the memory returned,. Somebody must have lost this recently, it looks antique and worth a decent amount to the right guy. You quickly look up and down the street, ready to return it but when you find it empty you quickly slide the hefty piece of tech into your pocket and continue walking home, ignoring a clicking sound as the watch presses against the edge of your pocket.You turn a corner onto your street, a quiet cul-de-sac which is filled with kids and stay at home moms. As an 18 year old yourself you try to avoid. " "It just won't be the same, Why not let Carrie ride back home with me.It would be so exciting. I would love to see Carrie riding next to me." "There's no way I can ride in this," I protested, even though the ideaof riding all the way back as Carrie thrilled me to no end. "I mean, Ihave gotten used to the skirt, and it is a warm night, but there is noway I can ride in these shoes."Kelly smiled and quickly went to the closet. She brought back a pair ofblack pumps with only a three inch heel..