Morgan Rice - Before Dawn

The three girls grabbed Kate and wrapped her up in a bear hug.

“Happy birthday!” they all cried.

Many of the cooler kids in the parking lot were looking over with disgusted expressions – they were way too cool to behave like that in public. But Kate didn’t care. She loved her friends and how special they always made her feel, despite the fact she was plain and boring in comparison to Madison.

“We have presents!” Dinah beamed, pulling a badly wrapped gift from her bag and depositing it in Kate’s arms.

“Open mine first,” Nicole added, shoving a small box toward Kate.

“No guesses for what this is,” Amy said, handing her a book-shaped parcel.

Kate was weighed down by all the gifts. “Thanks, guys,” she beamed. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just open them!” Nicole cried.

They went and sat on the grass beside the tennis courts. Kate opened all her gifts – a box of chocolates from Dinah, some skull-and-crossbone earrings from Nicole, and a secondhand copy of Romeo and Juliet . Kate loved Shakespeare and she loved romantic tragedies, and would spend all evening reading them if she could.

“You guys are the best,” she said, hugging each of them.

Amy nudged her friend. “So… what did Mother Monster say this morning? Did you get a happy birthday?”

Kate shook her head. “No.” It was then she remembered the card from Max. “Max was the only one who even acknowledged me.”

She pulled out the card. It had gotten a little crumbled in her bag. She opened up the envelope and saw a sparkly pink card with a flower on the front. It was the kind of card you got for a four-year-old, but she was still grateful. Max must have spent his pocket money on it; there was no way their mom would have lent him some.

The inside of the card read: “To my sister on her birthday.” He hadn’t written a message, just “Kate” at the top and “Max” underneath. Looking at the simple card made her heart clench again, reminding her of the painful, disappointing morning. Before Kate could stop herself, her bottom lip began to tremble.

“Kate!” Dinah cried, throwing her arms around her friend. “What’s wrong!”

Kate tried to speak through her tears but they were overwhelming her. All three girls knew how difficult her home life was – they’d listened to her and helped her through three years of anguish already – and felt nothing but concern for their friend.

“Mom said,” Kate began, sniffing hard, “she said that I can’t go to college. That I have to work to help pay for Madison’s tuition.”

Amy’s mouth dropped open. Dinah shot Kate a pained expression. Nicole squeezed her arm.

“She can’t do that!” Amy cried.

“That’s so unfair,” Nicole said, frowning hard. “You can always stay with my family if you need to get out from under her roof.”

“Or mine,” Dinah added. “My mom loves you. You know that.”

“Thanks,” Kate grumbled. “But I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t get to college. That’s like my escape plan, you know?”

The girls nodded. They’d had many a conversation about college, even going as far as to discuss attending the same one so they wouldn’t have to be split up.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Kate added, succumbing once again to her tears.

“I suppose Madison didn’t stick up for you,” Amy said. She hated Madison for not supporting Kate and was always trying to tell Kate not to give her sister so much slack. As far as Amy was concerned, Madison should call their mom out for treating Kate so badly, rather than innocently lapping up her compliments and attention.

“No,” Kate replied, glumly.

“Hey,” Nicole said, wrapping an arm around her friend. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve got us, we’ll watch your back. Something will happen to turn it all around. I promise.”

Kate just didn’t know how she could be so sure. Nicole was always going on about things changing and working out eventually, but the only way things seemed to change for Kate was for the worst. Her dad’s drinking got worse, her mom’s hold over her life got stronger, Madison became more and more distant as her status as golden child became more and more elevated. Kate’s life seemed to be following a downward trajectory, and losing the possibility of going to college was about the last straw.

Nicole was still babbling on. “There’s the prom coming up,” she was saying. “Who knows what might happen there.”

“Oh, please,” Kate replied. “Boys are about the last thing on my mind at the moment.”

“Oh really?” Amy said with a raised eyebrow. “Because I thought I saw a certain Tony Martin giving a certain Kate Roswell a hug in the parking lot.”

Despite her sadness, the thought did lift Kate a little. She felt a smile tug at her lips. “Yeah. He, um, he said my eyes looked nice with the mascara.”

“Oh my God!” Dinah shouted. “He’s totally into you!”

Kate laughed and shook her head. “I don’t know about that. He’s nice to everyone.”

“Yeah, nice, ” Amy said, “not flirty!”

Nicole was looking triumphant. “Didn’t I tell you things would be on the up again soon?”

Kate waved her hands, trying to temper her friends’ excitement.

“I really don’t think it’s like that,” she said.

“Maybe he’s going to ask you to the prom,” Dinah squealed.

The thought made Kate’s stomach flutter with excitement. Was there a chance he might ask her? Just then she remembered her mascara and how she’d been crying.

“Oh God, am I all streaky?” she asked, panicked.

“No, girl,” Dinah replied. “You’re looking good. But I’m going to glam you up at lunch time, as a birthday treat!”

Dinah loved makeup. Because of her big family she didn’t get to buy all the clothes and shoes she wanted to keep up with trends so she was forever modifying her clothes herself and creating makeup. She’d become incredibly creative. She always encouraged the others to experiment with their looks more. Nicole was the only other one who went all out with her appearance. Amy tried to stay neutral so as not to freak her family out, though she had a penchant for miniskirts and knee-high boots whenever she got the chance.

Kate was the only one who’d never really fully explored her identity through fashion. She felt like most choices she made were specifically to irritate her mom. Ever since she gave up wearing her mom’s silky, frilly, pastel-colored dresses and going to pageant shows, she’d become a tomboy. But she didn’t know if she was truly a tomboy or whether she just enjoyed knowing it pissed off her mom when she dressed like one.

Kate smiled. If there was any chance Tony might be thinking of asking her to the prom, she may as well give herself every chance in the world. She already felt a million times better than she did during her angry cycle ride this morning. She knew her friends would be there for her.

“And look, if Tony doesn’t ask me to the prom, it won’t be a big deal,” Kate added. “We can always go with each other.”

“I’m so glad you said that,” Amy replied. “I don’t think my parents will let me get in a car with a boy !”

They all laughed. It felt good to know they had each other’s backs, that they didn’t need to rely on guys to have a good time at the prom.

The bell rang and the girls stood and went in their separate directions. Amy and Kate both had math so they walked arm in arm along the corridors.

Kate suddenly felt Amy squeeze her hand. She looked up and realized Madison was hanging around the lockers with her cheerleader friends. She had her back to Kate and Amy, not knowing they were behind her, and was recounting some story that was making the girls roar with laughter.