Page 232 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

It was strange that he was still walking home after all this time.
And the fact that he was going to Havenbrook Hill—that street is

mainly for rich people. He must be rich to live in such a neighborhood.

And how did I know he was rich? Everyone kept saying he’d won
scholarships from all over the world—and in my mind, only someone

with money could pull that off.
I’d also heard his dad was the CEO of Clean First (the first and

apparently neatest cleaning company in Canada). Then he must be a
neat person.

I was about ten feet away from him and his friends, and I didn’t

think they noticed me, but I heard most of what they were talking about.
“Man, I wish I could go surfing. It’s my first and last thing to do

this summer,” one of his friends said.

“Don’t worry—there’s still one chance you can go and drown in
the ocean while surfing,” Caelum said sarcastically.

His other friend started laughing. It wasn’t even funny—it was
rude. I couldn’t keep listening to all the things he was saying to that

poor guy, who I think is in my Social Studies class. Maybe both of them
are.

But then I got so angry at what he was saying that I lost my temper

and groaned.
Caelum heard me and turned around. “Uh… what are you doing?”

I couldn’t be more embarrassed, so I said something I thought was
smart.

“Uhh… going home. What else?”

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