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Secrets of Lawndale - Prologue
Oct. 31st, 2024 08:14 pmSecrets of Lawndale
Prologue
Quinn Morgendorffer walked through the streets of Lawndale. She didn’t believe that Tiffany Blum-Deckler had thrown her out. She didn’t know why Tiffany thought she might be fat and was asking that question all the time. She turned a corner and saw her destination, Stacy Rowe’s house, half a block ahead. She was sure that they would get along better.
“So, you were supposed to stay with Sandi but she threw you out?” Elisabeth Rowe asked.
“Yes.”
“Looks like your mother is going to tell Mrs. Griffin off about it.”
“That wouldn’t be surprising,” Quinn said as she went towards the stairs.
“I'm so glad you're staying here, Quinn,” Stacy said.
“Yeah, me too,” Quinn responded.
“Don't tell anybody this, but I like you best out of everyone in the Fashion Club.”
Quinn wasn’t sure what to think about that. She supposed that Sandi wouldn’t be high on Stacy’s list for some reason. “Um, that's nice, Stacy.” She turned her attention back to the magazine. “Look at Bridgett in that slip dress.”
“Slip dress?” Stacy asked. “In fact, I'd say you're my first-best friend. And Tiffany's my second-best friend. Sandi's my third-best friend. Although sometimes Tiffany's third and Sandi's second. But you're always first.”
‘I thought so,” Quinn thought. “Um, okay, whatever.” She wanted to focus on what she was reading. At least she was trying to.
“Quinn, who do you like best?”
“Stacy! I'm trying to read this article on eyelashes.” She wasn’t sure that increasing their density was a good idea.
“Oh, right, sorry,” Stacy apologised.
She turned her attention back to the other article. “Ugh! I can't believe she's wearing it! Slip dresses are so over!”
“Yeah, slip dresses are so over,” Stacy said with a nervous giggle.
“So, Quinn, want to go to a movie?” Stacy asked, having changed into an outfit identical to Quinn’s, which she hadn’t worn yet.
“Sure. What do you want to see?” Quinn asked.
“I don't know, whatever you want to see?”
“What are you wearing?” Quinn asked nervously.
“What do you want me to wear?” Stacy asked as she grabbed some hair dye that she had bought sometime that week.
“And what's that?” Quinn asked.
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Prologue
Quinn Morgendorffer walked through the streets of Lawndale. She didn’t believe that Tiffany Blum-Deckler had thrown her out. She didn’t know why Tiffany thought she might be fat and was asking that question all the time. She turned a corner and saw her destination, Stacy Rowe’s house, half a block ahead. She was sure that they would get along better.
“So, you were supposed to stay with Sandi but she threw you out?” Elisabeth Rowe asked.
“Yes.”
“Looks like your mother is going to tell Mrs. Griffin off about it.”
“That wouldn’t be surprising,” Quinn said as she went towards the stairs.
“I'm so glad you're staying here, Quinn,” Stacy said.
“Yeah, me too,” Quinn responded.
“Don't tell anybody this, but I like you best out of everyone in the Fashion Club.”
Quinn wasn’t sure what to think about that. She supposed that Sandi wouldn’t be high on Stacy’s list for some reason. “Um, that's nice, Stacy.” She turned her attention back to the magazine. “Look at Bridgett in that slip dress.”
“Slip dress?” Stacy asked. “In fact, I'd say you're my first-best friend. And Tiffany's my second-best friend. Sandi's my third-best friend. Although sometimes Tiffany's third and Sandi's second. But you're always first.”
‘I thought so,” Quinn thought. “Um, okay, whatever.” She wanted to focus on what she was reading. At least she was trying to.
“Quinn, who do you like best?”
“Stacy! I'm trying to read this article on eyelashes.” She wasn’t sure that increasing their density was a good idea.
“Oh, right, sorry,” Stacy apologised.
She turned her attention back to the other article. “Ugh! I can't believe she's wearing it! Slip dresses are so over!”
“Yeah, slip dresses are so over,” Stacy said with a nervous giggle.
“So, Quinn, want to go to a movie?” Stacy asked, having changed into an outfit identical to Quinn’s, which she hadn’t worn yet.
“Sure. What do you want to see?” Quinn asked.
“I don't know, whatever you want to see?”
“What are you wearing?” Quinn asked nervously.
“What do you want me to wear?” Stacy asked as she grabbed some hair dye that she had bought sometime that week.
“And what's that?” Quinn asked.
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