scintillate

Tabitha didn't understand why her parents named her that as she glaredat her embossed pencils. Seriously, how uncool, she thought shoving back into her black Jansport backpack she had begged her parents to buy instead of that hideous flowered one. She had carefully scrutinized which patches to iron on the bag as well. Stuff like this used to not matter, but she was in the 7th grade now and on the fringe of the in-crowd. This year was going to be even better. She had an invite to Shelley's birthday sleepover party and Shelley specifically told her that they would have their sleeping bags next to each other. They would talk about boys, which teacher sucked and maybe what Tabby would do for her birthday.

Shelley was the coolest girl in middle school. She seemed to set off sparks when she paraded down the hallway. Tabby wanted to be exactly like that. She got lucky when her dad threw her a surprise concert for her and some school friends. He had some very cool clients. Her dad was Shelley's dad boss, so Shelley was invited. Good for Tabby. From that day on, Shelley always asked Tabby to do things and that was enough for Tabby. Shelley obviously knew better, and who ultimately had the power. Sooner or later Tabby would figure it out.