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sluttier? I mean seriously, does she not have any self-respect at all? Take today for example, her en semble consists of a bright yellow, and I mean highlighter yellow, skirt and a halter neck top that’s short too. Showing the world her belly-button piercing.  
    “You know how you call me monkey breath? Well, I think it’s only fair that I have a nickname for you ! I’m going to start calling you ‘Slutty Barbie! ”
    “Am I supposed to be offended by that?” Porsche say s as she throws her blond hair over her shoulder, giving Keagan a smoldering look from under her fake eyelashes.
    “Ugh, whatever Porsche! I feel like I’m losing brain cells just talking to you! I better save some and go for a shower!”
    With that I turn to Keagan and give him a hug. I whisper in his ear “I enjoyed our conversation, I’ll see you later!” With one last smile over my shoulder I run up the stairs, past a Porsche who’s catching flies with her open mouth trying to think of a comeback. With a skip in my step I head towards Chelsey’s room, because I know before I can do anything else I have to tell her all about my morning.

 
     
     
     
     
    III
    imagine a white swan
     
    Chelsey was almost as happy as I was when I was telling her about my morning, she wanted to know every little detail of what had happened out there. She asked me questions about when Keagan touched my hand, wanting to know how it made me feel. She was grinning from ear to ear the whole time, eagerly eating up everything that I told her. Just thinking about my morning and especially the point when he did hold my hand gives me goose-bumps and thinking back to when Keagan completely ignored Porsche, only focusing on me, made me swell with happiness. I'm all jittery inside in anticipation for our date.
    After about an hour of gossiping and dissecting ever ything that happened Chelsey literally pushed me out the door. She told me that if she didn't love me like a Sister then she would have shoved me out the door as soon as I entered because I smelled terrible. She’s over-exaggerating, as usual. I only got to run a mile. 
    I head to my room to clean up my wounds and take a shower. On the way I run into a couple of girls that I reco gnize from class.
    "Good Morning!" I greet them cheerily.
    They stop in shock and just stare at me, probably because I usually don’t greet people. I think one of them is called Kristina; she gives me a smile and returns my greeting as they walk by. I can hear them talking about me as I continue down the long hallway. Kristina is talking to her friend, thinking I am out of earshot, but I am still close enough to hear her say
    “Chelsey was right, she does seem really nice! No death stares for us today. We should invite them both to hang out with us sometime.”
    I give myself a little smile, Chelsey is awesome. When I walked into the cafeteria the day after I arrived and looked around for somewhere to sit all by myself, she picked up her tray and made her excuses to leave her table filled with people and headed my way. She led me, arm in arm, to a table in the back, where she went on to tell me all about the school, who was who and who to stay away from. Of course she mentioned Porsche.
    That first lunch set the tone of our whole friendship.  She filled the silence with happy chatter and I was only too happy to listen. Don't get me wrong, Chelsey isn't one to just talk, when I want to share things she really listens and asks the right questions, but never pushes for any information that I am not willing to share. 
    I make it back to my room grab my shower supplies and head to the common bathroom down the hall to take a long, hot shower. It feels great, but is extreme torture at the same time. My knees and hands are burning, but I ignore it so that my sore muscles can find some relief in the heat of the water.
    I get out of the shower and put on some comfy clothes, I still have anot her five hours before Chelsey comes