Dee Does High SchoolChapter 18
"Are you going -- pant -- to the dance -- puff --?" "Noooo," I drawled out sourly. "Why not?" "Nobody's asked me," I answered irritably, my sneakers chuff-chuff-chuffing on the sidewalk, the morning breeze taking its usual liberties with my unclothed state. The neighborhood was so used to seeing me this way I got friendly waves with only an occasional whistle. Missy, of course, was in her running finery. At least Missy's question was a good distraction from all my other worries,...