September 1985 Senior year is really shaping up to be something
Our parents belong to the same country club, social circles, and tax brackets
A week before school starts, I get accused of shoplifting right in front of my crush, Russell James, aka The Preppy Prince. He makes my entire body weak as water, and I hate that he has that effect on me. He's totally not my type, and I refuse to be ruled by a few wayward hormones. Only he seems sort of cool, and, well, he looks pretty hot in his football uniform. But who am I kidding? He's got Amanda Prescott his preppy match making a grab for his jersey. Russell could never be into someone like me. We're from totally different planets. Besides, I've done something that I'm pretty sure someone like Russell James would never approve of. I'm not so sure I approve either. I'd die if anyone ever found out. Yeah, senior year is really shaping up to be something. Heather Knowles is the coolest chick I know. She's a little wild but she's genuine, honest, and drop dead gorgeous. The more I get to know her, the more I want to spend time with her. She's finally opening up to me, and a part of me really wants to tell Heather all about my haunted past-that I'm not the person anyone thinks I am.