August 18, 2000
"What is this?"
"It's poetry, dummy. Just read it."
Sleepyside High School senior Darcy Johnson rolled her eyes. "Sure. If you say so. Carrie, this vampire fixation of yours is just too weird."
"Vampires are cool,” her best friend fired back with a wide grin. “Besides, they stay young forever." She stuck one foot out in a catwalk pose. "Why would anyone want to grow old?"
"Because it beats the alternative," Darcy replied acerbically.
"You are such a downer sometimes, Darcy. How you ever made cheerleader...."
"Ha. Ha. Here's your book."
"No. Don't give it to me. I want you to add your own poem and then hand it on."
Darcy stared at her, nonplussed. "You must be joking."
"Oh, come on! Someday we'll all want to look back on this time of our lives, and this will beat the hell out of some stupid yearbook."
Darcy thought about arguing and then decided there wasn't much point. She'd only lose out in the end. No one ever won an argument with Caroline Martin. She dropped the spiral notebook on her bedside table. "Did you bring the stuff?"
Carrie smiled lazily. "Have I ever failed you yet?" she demanded, reaching for her purse.
"Are we going to the lake again tonight?"
"No. We're going to the roller rink," Carrie replied with heavy sarcasm. "Of course we're going to the lake. We only have two more weeks 'til school starts. I plan to party hearty, as the Children of the 80's used to say."
"Carrie, it wouldn't matter if school was in session or not. You party all the time," Darcy pointed out.
"True," Carrie agreed cheerfully, setting a small vial down on the table. "Where's the mirror?"
"Drawer."
"Anyway, you'll never guess who's gonna be there tonight."
"Not Tad!" Darcy didn't bother hiding her lack of enthusiasm.
"Yep! He doesn't leave for school until next Saturday."
"And I guess you two have plans?"
"Well, let's just say you probably won't see much of me tonight. He's bringing his van." Carrie carefully tapped the vial against the mirror. "Here you go, girlfriend. You first."
"What is this?"
"It's poetry, dummy. Just read it."
Sleepyside High School senior Darcy Johnson rolled her eyes. "Sure. If you say so. Carrie, this vampire fixation of yours is just too weird."
"Vampires are cool,” her best friend fired back with a wide grin. “Besides, they stay young forever." She stuck one foot out in a catwalk pose. "Why would anyone want to grow old?"
"Because it beats the alternative," Darcy replied acerbically.
"You are such a downer sometimes, Darcy. How you ever made cheerleader...."
"Ha. Ha. Here's your book."
"No. Don't give it to me. I want you to add your own poem and then hand it on."
Darcy stared at her, nonplussed. "You must be joking."
"Oh, come on! Someday we'll all want to look back on this time of our lives, and this will beat the hell out of some stupid yearbook."
Darcy thought about arguing and then decided there wasn't much point. She'd only lose out in the end. No one ever won an argument with Caroline Martin. She dropped the spiral notebook on her bedside table. "Did you bring the stuff?"
Carrie smiled lazily. "Have I ever failed you yet?" she demanded, reaching for her purse.
"Are we going to the lake again tonight?"
"No. We're going to the roller rink," Carrie replied with heavy sarcasm. "Of course we're going to the lake. We only have two more weeks 'til school starts. I plan to party hearty, as the Children of the 80's used to say."
"Carrie, it wouldn't matter if school was in session or not. You party all the time," Darcy pointed out.
"True," Carrie agreed cheerfully, setting a small vial down on the table. "Where's the mirror?"
"Drawer."
"Anyway, you'll never guess who's gonna be there tonight."
"Not Tad!" Darcy didn't bother hiding her lack of enthusiasm.
"Yep! He doesn't leave for school until next Saturday."
"And I guess you two have plans?"
"Well, let's just say you probably won't see much of me tonight. He's bringing his van." Carrie carefully tapped the vial against the mirror. "Here you go, girlfriend. You first."