I’ve been dropping hints all week about the trip. Nothing obvious. Things like, “Look Mom. Kohl’s is having a sale on swim suits!” Or, “Spring break’s coming up soon. Wonder what I’ll do with all that time.” Or, this with a big sigh, “When was the last time we went on a vacation?”
I got mom’s attention with that one. She looked at me, her eyebrows all scrunched together and her eyes all squinty. “You’re up to something, Zoey. Swim suits in February. Spring break and vacations. Out with it.”
Well, I couldn’t tell her about the trip. I mean, Becca’s parents have to invite me first, right? I was just “planting the seeds” as Mr. Cabot, my English teacher, always says. “I’m planting the seeds for your future success! How you speak and present yourself can be the difference in getting” big pause “or not getting a job.” Actually, I’m more interested in getting into a good college than getting a job right now. But I guess English is important in both.
But I’m getting off the subject. The trip. Becca says she should know by the end of the week whether or not I can go. Spring break is in three weeks and I really do need new swim suits. And some new outfits. And shoes to match. IF my parents say I can go. I have enough money saved from babysitting to buy some new stuff. Becca says dinners are “formal” at the club, which means dresses. I saw some awesome sundresses at Ross, but they won’t last long. Maybe I should get one or two just in case.
Gotta go. Tests in history and math tomorrow. Lots of homework. Later!
I can already smell the ocean breeze. Sigh…..