Page 87 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

BETWEEN THE LANES

“Yeah… don’t you?” I opened my lunchbox.
“No. Listen, just because you kept seeing me talking about him

doesn’t mean I like him.”

“Oh… really?” I folded my arms, not believing her words.
Marla rubbed her neck and looked down. “Yeah, my mom and

my sister thought I had a bad taste in boys, so when they found out a
new boy was coming to the school, they thought I should try talking

and hanging out with him.”
I didn’t say anything, and she continued, “But even when I tried

to see if it would work, I realized you were talking to him a lot, so I

just quit.”
“Oh… well, just for your information, I don’t really have a taste

in Travis, but I’m sure you’ll find your guy.”
“Thanks.” She gave me her usual smile.

Back home, I came in to see Dad in the living room—dressed
like he was going to a carnival.

“Uh, Dad?” I said, putting my backpack down on the table.

He turned to me, surprised, and said, “Oh, hey, honey! Guess what?”
“What?” I went to him.

“I got a ticket for us to the Winter Wonderland Festival!”

“Really?” I wasn’t really surprised. My dad is always into those
wonderland and carnival things. He’s more of an outdoors kind of

guy, and I’m more of an indoors kind of girl. I only really do things
inside.

A total difference between us—but I think I took that from Mom.

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