Our parents belong to the same country club, social circles, and tax brackets
A week before school starts, I get accused of shoplifting right in front of my crush, Russell James, aka The Preppy Prince. He makes my entire body weak as water, and I hate that he has that effect on me. He’s totally not my type, and I refuse to be ruled by a few wayward hormones. Only he seems sort of cool, and, well, he looks pretty hot in his football uniform. But who am I kidding? He’s got Amanda Prescott his preppy match making a grab for his jersey. Russell could never be into someone like me. We’re from totally different planets. Besides, I’ve done something that I’m pretty sure someone like Russell James would never approve of. I’m not so sure I approve either. I’d die if anyone ever found out. Yeah, senior year is really shaping up to be something. Heather Knowles is the coolest chick I know. She’s a little wild but she’s genuine, honest, and drop dead gorgeous. The more I get to know her, the more I want to spend time with her. She’s finally opening up to me, and a part of me really wants to tell Heather all about my haunted past-that I’m not the person anyone thinks I am. If my mother had her way, I’d go to the grave with that info. But Heather is probably the only person who would understand. She’s so beautiful. I don’t know how I got all the way to senior year without getting to know her better. Now the only thing I want is to make up for lost time. My name is Amanda Prescott, and Russell James is mine. I’ve known Russell all my life. Russell needs to face it. We are destined to be together. That little slut, Heather? She doesn’t stand a chance. Once I let the entire student body in on her dirty secret, Russell will run straight into my arms ducking for cover. There’s never been anything or anyone that I’ve wanted that I didn’t get. Continue reading “September 1985 Senior year is really shaping up to be something”