When teenager Georgia finally makes it into the "in" crowd, is it truly everything that she'd hoped?
They turned and ran back to the sidewalk. Regret filled Georgia’s heart as she sprinted away from the house that she and her new “friends” had just egged. The empty carton dropped out of her hand as she began panting, deep breath puffing out of her lungs hard and heavy.
“That…was…so…cool!” Taylor exclaimed as they rounded the corner, slowing to a walk as she burst into laughter.
“I know, right?” Mickey squeaked as she skidded up beside her and watched the other girls catch up to them. “That was, like, amazing!”
Georgia snorted a laugh as she came up beside them, looking behind her nervously.
“You aren’t, like, scared, are you?” Mickey asked, cocking an eyebrow. Suddenly, all eyes were on Georgia. She managed a chuckle as she shook her head, still scolding herself inside her head.
“Of course not,” she said with a sneer, something she had picked up from her older sister.
“Like, good,” Mickey said with a laugh.
“So, ready to go back to my house?” Taylor asked, taking the lead and zipping up her coat.
“Sure,” the chorus of girls behind her replied, following her closely.
Georgia wanted to fit in so badly…she forced a smile, trying so hard to ignore the gnawing thuds of guilt pounding in her stomach.