everyone. I haven’t written yet and I wanted to say hello. It’s been busy here and it’s strange to be in a new school after five years in elementary. I guess you guys all know how I’m feeling. (Except Brynn . . . lucky!) My favorite class this year is English, so far anyway. There’s a lot of homework, but it’s interesting. And I’m going to join the yearbook, I think.
Time for some good old-fashioned movie-and-popcorn night. Have a good weekend.
Your friend,
Karen
Natalie tapped her foot impatiently and crossed her arms. She was standing outside her apartment building, waiting for Hannah to arrive. Hannah, who was always on time, was already ten minutes late, and if she didn’t show up soon, they were going to be late to the social! “Come on, Han . . .” Natalie muttered to herself. She looked uptown, then turned to look downtown, hoping to spot her friend’s trademark cornrows, but Hannah was nowhere to be seen.
After she waited five minutes more, Natalie turned with a frustrated sigh to go back into her building and try calling Hannah’s house. Just then, there was a tap on her shoulder. “Nat, I’m so sorry,” Hannah said, out of breath. “There was all kinds of traffic, and the cab went the wrong way—”
“It’s okay, Hannah,” Natalie said. “But we’d better get going. The dance already started!”
“I wish you wouldn’t call it that,” Hannah grumbled as the girls walked down the street to the corner, where they’d catch a cab.
“That’s what it is, though,” Natalie said. “I mean, it’s a social or whatever, true. But there will be dancing. Therefore, it is a dance.”
“Yeah, but it makes it sound so formal ,” Hannah said. “Like people are bringing dates or something.” She looked away, and then walked to the curb and raised her arm into the air. Almost immediately, a yellow cab pulled up next to the girls. Hannah opened the back door and slid across the leather seat. As Natalie got in next to her, Hannah told the cab driver the address of their school.
Moments later, they pulled up in front of the building. Excited, Natalie paid the driver and the girls hopped out and ran up to the front door, where their friends Erin and Kaitlyn were waiting. “Hey, guys!” Natalie said.
“Hey!” Kaitlyn said. “Natalie, Kyle’s here . . . he’s already inside!”
“Awesome,” Natalie replied. “Let’s go in! Is there any food? I’m starving . . .”
“There’s pizza and stuff,” Erin said, pulling the heavy door open and holding it so that the other three girls could pass by her and go in.
“I’m hungry too,” Hannah said. “I had the worst cab ride on the way to Natalie’s.” She filled the girls in as they walked through the front hallway of the school and into the gymnasium. Once just inside the gym doors, they all paused: Half the gym was packed with kids dancing and eating, and half the room had been set up so that people could play basketball.
“Sweet, I want to shoot hoops!” Erin said.
Natalie laughed, looking at her friend, who was wearing boots with high heels and a cute red skirt. “In that outfit?” she asked teasingly.
“Sure, why not?” Erin replied nonchalantly. She swung her hair behind her shoulder. “Well . . . I have some sneakers in my locker,” she added, smiling.
“I’m going to grab some pizza. Anybody want me to get them a slice?” Hannah asked.
“I’m going to go dance,” Kaitlyn said. “Matt’s already here.” She smiled slyly. Matt, Nat knew, was the guy Kaitlyn had had a crush on since fourth grade.
“Have fun!” Natalie told her. “I’d love a slice of pizza, Han . . . I’ll grab seats for us over there,” she said, pointing toward the far end of the gym, where a few tables had been set up. Hannah nodded agreeably and headed toward the pizza, and Natalie started walking across the gym to the tables, looking for familiar faces as she crossed the squeaky wood floor. She smiled as she spotted