This season’s bikini rocked the clubhouse pool. Sarah’s classmates drank in her look with slow smiles and calls for Sarah’s attention. She strategized, her choice dependent on popularity, and didn’t notice their focus veer.
Then she did. On someone behind her.
Turning slowly Sarah saw Lily flip her auburn layers and heard her throaty laugh. Sarah knew then her star status had waned as the newly mature Lily was fully aware hers had arrived.
The boys’ gazes sliding past her, Sarah felt forgotten, just one of summer’s past idols. Seasonal depression took over, her joy and anticipation shattered. She slunk to her chaise lounge, secretly ogling the new babe.
By Pamela Raleigh