When I was a sophomore in high school, I had a crush on this brooding, dark-haired junior. One Tuesday night, friends of a friend announced they were going to the movies. Dark and Handsome would be there.
I wasn’t allowed out on weeknights, but I wanted to see Mr. Hot Stuff. A friend and I told our parents we were going to the library. The movie was uneventful. Broody was too pre- occupied with his buddies to notice me.
I skulked home and stomped upstairs. My mom asked how the library was, and I started to lie when she announced she had called the library and had me paged. I couldn’t spin a story fast enough, so I apolo- gized for lying and told her I’d been at the movies. Only after I walked out the door did I hear my mother laughing, saying quietly to my father, “Can you imagine if libraries actually let you page someone on a loudspeaker?”
Kristen Dorn Kennedy,
There were five children in my family. Our parents were strict, so we went to school rain, shine or snow. When I was 13, I took the public bus to school. One day my friends wanted to skip class. I thought, What would my parents do if they found out? So I chickened out and went to catch the bus. I was already late for school. I stepped onto the bus, and as I was walking to my seat, who do I run into? Yes, my mom.
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