Ms. Trist pt. 2

"She what?"
"Ms. Trist asked you and a couple of other students to have tea at her house on Friday." Mom replies.
"But why?" I ask.
"I don't know Cena, just be on your best behavior." I roll my eyes.
"Fine." Mom glares at me,
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just tired." Her look softens.
"It's okay. Why don't you go upstairs and get ready for school?" She starts to walk away.
"Wait, do you know who else is gonna be there?"  She counts on her fingers as she talks.
"Nadia, Navi, Asia, and Augustt." As soon as she says Augustt's name my heart starts pounding. “Cool, thanks.” I turn away and walk up the stairs to my room, but all I can think about is Augustt. I’ve known him since middle school, but I only really started liking him last year. I push open the door to my room and flip the light switch. I stand in front of the mirror frowning at my reflection. I pull a denim skirt out of the closet and tug it on over my leggings. I braid my long bleach blonde hair over my shoulder, making sure the pink streaks show, and brush on some eyeshadow before heading back downstairs. I'm nervous cause I'm going to a tea party with my teacher, I tell myself. It has nothing to do with Augustt. I would’ve felt the same way even if he wasn’t going. Right? 

 Hope you like it!
-Daughter

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