What about your mother?"Unsaid is what will she say when I come home in heels and a dress."Oh, she's gone, visiting Lily, groovin on the college scene... I guess. Istayed because" and I laugh, "I have fun here, tonight more than ever! Andof course you needed me!"He brings my bag down. "Sure you still want to go? It's all quiet upthere." No, I'm NOT sure, but I really think I should."He has his arm around my waist and I lean into him, just walking to thegarage door and to the car.. He opens the. You then take my elbow and drag me to the dressing table. I can see to my knees in the mirror. You stand behind me, in a white shirt. Collar open, and sleeves rolled up twice to your forearm. Dark blue pants. You look crisp for someone who worked all day long. Save for your hair, and your face. It's tired. But your eyes are still sharp, not moving and so are your lips. I watch you, torn with where exactly to focus. I want not to look away from your face, because I wish to catch you give away. Sure, there were a few bullies, but I suspect not as many as in a normal high school.I didn't expect to get the same amount of harassment as my brother Jason got when he became a sophomore himself. Something about the little detail that my class was expected to have more people than the other two classes combined helped to reinforce that idea.That all changed in mid June when Dad called my mom, Jason and me for a family meeting. He told us he had been offered a promotion, but in order to accept. Teenage girls have a way of making themselves suddenly glamorous, and these two had performed nothing short of a transformation. Both had put their hair up, Stephanies silky straight blonde in a nice bun, Vickys brown curls done up with little ringlets hanging down. They both had on mid-length evening dresses, hose, and heels, and looked nothing short of stunning, far more mature looking than the minxes he knew them to be. Wow. Ladies, you look incredible, he said giving them a long look up and.