“Beth? Are you almost ready? The dance is in an hour, you know. Walter and his mom will be here anytime now to pick you up.”
Beth got up from her vanity table. “Don’t worry! I’ll be ready when they get here,” she called through her door, hoping her voice carried down the stairs. “You’ll have plenty of time to appreciate your handiwork.”
She sat back down at the vanity table. Eighth grade and her first dance…the sweetheart dance at Wells Junior High. She looked at herself and sighed.
Everyone told her how pretty she was, how striking, but she didn’t believe it. Look at you. All that red hair, so thick it was often hard to even run a comb through it. A smile that was too broad, as if she had more teeth, and bigger ones, than the average person. She was ungainly, towering over all the othe
