I dress up again on Monday. I figure after my Friday night with Olivia, I probably should. And besides, she makes me want to look good.
Because... friends want to look good for each other. Right?
My mom decided that I could start walking to school again, so that's what I'm going to do. "Bye mom!" I call as I walk out the door.
I hear a muffled reply, but I'm already off.
I actually can't wait to get to school.
For once. I'm not looking forward to the work, of course. But the people.
Person.
Friend.
Olivia.