Page 35 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

CHAPTER 9

T
he next day was going to be special. I got up and got ready

for my hangout. I went to my closet and picked out the outfit
I was going to wear. It was a short, denim, box-pleat skirt and

a white tube top with a black sweater. I was even going to wear my new
black and white Jordans.

Then suddenly, my door opened, and my sister entered, eating

brown toast with a cup of orange juice in her hand.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, putting the clothes on my

hook rack.
“Just checking to see if you were up. It’s now my job to wake you

up anytime you’re sleeping in,” Myra said, taking a bite of her toast.

“Whatever. As you can see, I’m awake, so get out.”
“Firstly, Mum told me to call you downstairs for breakfast, and

secondly, what’re you doing?”
I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind her. “I’m doing an

outfit check for a friend hangout tonight.”
“Ooh, a friend hangout? Tonight?” She pouted her lips, her voice

dripping into a playful, almost childish tone.

“Yes. Nothing special or anything,” I said, shaking my head and
shrugging.

“Mmm, to me, it sounds more like a ‘date’ than a—”