18 - Tha Shiznit

~Bailey’s Point of View~

I threw myself into the back of my mom’s car as she gave me a strange look.

“Am I driving Miss Daisy,” she asked, as she shook her head.

“No time for semantics, it’s already 11,” I said, trying to tame my hair.

I had done it in big waves and made it look decent but with the wind and the sweating that happened from rushing around it was ruined. After the orthodontist we ran a few errands, including buying me a decent suitcase since I couldn’t exactly get on a private freaking jet with Feisty using an old beat up backpack.

Plus mom and I had gone a little nuts shopping this weekend, and I had a ton of cute new stuff. I barely had time to get the tags off of everything as I packed. Now I had no excuse for dressing like a hobo, and I certainly didn’t want to make Trey look bad. Not when the public was accustomed to seeing his face next to Halsey Ulmer of all people.

I had to wonder when their divorce would actually hit the gossip mags. I mean so far it was