Memoirs of a Girl Wolf Read Online Free

I had never actually been to up close. I grew up looking at the back of the house safely in the confines of my own home, but even across the pond the house sent shivers down my spine.
                  “They’re probably lost,” I said pointing to the U Haul truck ahead of us before Kristen turned right down my lane.
                  “Should we help them?” Kristen asked, looking back over her shoulder.
                  I shook my head. They’d find their way and the clock was ticking. We didn’t have a lot of time to get things in order before people started arriving.
    I didn’t know what to expect for a party. In the past, I had held sleep overs at my house for no more than five girls and as I grew older and cliques started forming, excluding me and Kristen, the sleep overs transformed into Kristen and I taking turns at sleeping at each other’s houses every Friday night.
                  At our sleep overs we ate cookie dough, watched movies, and gossiped, but now that Kristen and I had jumped from the bottom into the popular clique our sleep overs were no longer so innocent. At Sydney’s sleep over last week, she passed around a bottle of peppermint schnapps which I declined, but Kristen didn’t. She eagerly took two big gulps and licked her lips complimenting the taste.
                  And at Sydney’s sleepover we did talk about boys, but the conversation quickly turned into who had slept with whom. Kristen and I were both silent during this conversation. Neither one of us had ever had a boyfriend, so we both still had yet to experience a first kiss.
                  For my first high school party, then, my thoughts, similar to how I felt about Max, swung between excitement and terror. Would it be innocent and we would all sit in the basement on the tan suede couch watching a movie and eating popcorn, or would it be less innocent with Sydney showing up with more peppermint schnapps?
    Because Mom’s bathroom had the best lighting, Kristen and I got ready for the party standing next to each other in front of the wide mirror above the white cabinets. I twisted my hair into a high pony tail which Kristen objected to with a noticeable frown. She covered bright, red pimples, clustered around her nose with foundation as she talked to my reflection in the mirror.
                  “You have to wear it down and straightened,” she informed me.
                  I sighed as I pulled the elastic band from my hair freeing the long red tresses which fell down my back and over my shoulders. Kristen plugged in her Chi hair straightener and turned the tool on high. As we waited for the straightener to heat up, she turned to me.
                  “Now what are you wearing?” she asked.
                  “This,” I said looking down at my outfit, a white tank top and dark boot cut jeans.
                  She frowned again and shook her head. Grabbing my wrist, she led me back into the bedroom and sat me on the bed. Then she walked over to her duffle bag and rummaged through it pulling out tank tops and throwing them at me until my lap was covered in colorful clothing.
                  “One of those might work,” she said, standing.
                  Despite the range of bright colors I had to select from, I was attracted to the black lacey tank top which I pulled loose from the pile on my lap. I did like the top and quickly pulled it over my head. Kristen nodded in approval and guided me toward the full length mirror in the corner of the room near the closet. I studied my reflection. Kristen was right. This outfit looked much more sophisticated. I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled, but my confident smile slid off my face as I remembered why I wanted to look nice and my stomach tightened. I ran back over to the bed and sat down clutching my