Chapter One
Chapter One
Trixi glared and glared at her math assignment, which was due the next day and only half-done. She could think of nothing less pleasant than having to spend every evening reviewing BC Calculus when she could just as easily have been out at a party or having dinner with friends. Then something occurred to her.
“What friends? When have I ever had friends?” It was true, she had to admit. She remembered in grade school, seeing everyone else in her class spend afternoons at friends’ houses, and she would be going home to read or make up stories. Then in high school, when even the people she could call friends (they were really just acquaintances) went on dates or visited people for the weekend, she would go home to read and make up stories.
“The cursed introvert,” she thought aloud. “That’s what I am.” She picked up her copy of Rubber Soul and started to talk to it, as if one of the four men could hear her.
“You though . . . you never worry about that sort of stuff, do you? You’ve made it - people come from miles to be friends with you.” She began to direct her thoughts at John, as she so often did.
“So, John, it’s all very well for you to stand about and look cocky in your suede jacket. You don’t have to worry about what you’ll do if you have no one the next day! If you wake up alone!
“Dammit, some people just get the world handed to them on a silver platter!” she was shouting.
“And if I went my whole life without anyone saying to me ‘I love you’, or even ‘I like you’ or ‘I can stand to be around you’, you wouldn’t know, John! And what am I doing, talking to a record?”
Trixi collapsed sobbing on her bed.
The math homework went undone.