The weekend arrived, glowing
like the sun beneath a layer of cloud.
For one of the first times in my life,
I didn’t look forward to school on Monday.
I planned to go with Liz to the mall, to the movies,
and be a normal person.
I would listen to her complain about being a bridesmaid.
We would giggle at the hot guys.
We would look through pages and pages of magazines
to find a celebrity whose style we can imitate.
Maybe Liz would even drag me into a dressing room stall,
toss me some clothes,
tell me (honestly) what looks good
and what does not.