"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be sorry! I left you six messages, dumbass! I didn't know if you were alive or what! Why didn't you call me!"

Oh. "I... I didn't know what to say."

"What about, 'hey, Emmy, I'm not ready to talk about it yet but just so you know, I haven't done anything retarded, so stop ( Read more... )

( Don't need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart )

She wants a drink. She wants ten drinks. But the thing about a catered party is that there's no alcohol--no one is going to go to jail for them. (There will be champagne, at midnight; that's what they had to organize.) Some people drank before they came; others brought alcohol under their coats and spike their Cokes and ginger ales. After the party ( Read more... )

Rose missed last year's New Year's party, being otherwise occupied.

She's known Emmy for a long time--more than ten years--and yet she's still kind of stunned.

"Your place looks amazing."

"...and my dad took me to Sak's the day after Christmas because he hadn't had time to get me anything good up in Maine and I got these killer boots," she says. "And that's the haul."

"Awesome," Emmy says.

"So how is the party prep going."

"Ugh. I can't believe I was stuck in Cally with Dad and that bitch when I have so much to do. I have no idea ( Read more... )

During White Plains Prep's finals week, the library is open every day from 10 to 4; aside from final exams, no classes are held, and by long standing tradition, no final is scheduled for Monday. The four day season in Hell is known as the Bitch; Monday is the PBB, the Pre-Bitch Bitch, and Rose Toren and associates are well in the groove ( Read more... )

Study hall ( Read more... )

"All right. Are we ready?"

It's just before dawn. They're stopped in a Dunkin Donuts parking lot for one last run-through. They're ready--they know they're ready. They've done it before, and by all the indicators today will be, relatively, a cakewalk. But they're nervous ( Read more... )

She's not sure what she expected from the GSA. This is just one of the school's first-floor classrooms, set aside for extracurriculars after last period. She has math classes in here. The only difference seems to be a poster hastily taped in the window with, yes, a rainbow heavily featured.

WALK INS WELCOME

THIS IS A SAFE SPACEWell, all right ( Read more... )

I'm really Rosie,
and I'm Rosie Real

She's humming the song under her breath as she walks into school.

And you better believe me

It was silly to get so worked up yesterday. Dee was pushy, yeah, and she'd be happy to never see her again. But she knows who she is. She does. There was no reason to freak out like that.

I'm a realAnd she knows ( Read more... )