The bottom of the leggings actually extended down under Ellie’s feet into what looked rather like stirrups.
Ellie, apparently the girl with the darkest hair, said, “Like…I thought we were going to the mall.”
“We were going to your house first, weren’t we?” said the long-haired girl. She turned back to Jennifer. “I’m Mandy, by the way. And this is Ellie and Kirsti.”
“Hi,” said Jennifer.
“Yeah,” said Ellie. “You can come. That’s totally fine.”
“Okay,” said Jennifer. “I mean, I’ll have to ask my mom, but can I tell you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” said Mandy. “Actually, why don’t come eat lunch with us?”
Lisa was happy to let Jennifer go to her new friend’s house—which half scared and half intrigued Jennifer. When Saturday came around, she found herself being dropped off by her mom’s boxy car and knocking on the door of Ellie’s house.
“Jennifer!” Ellie exclaimed, opening the door. “We’re stoked you could come!”
“Um, thanks,” said Jennifer, stepping in and looking around. There was a huge floral couch against one wall and a large appliance on the opposite wall. Mandy and Kirsti were already there, sitting on Ellie’s couch. By that point, Jennifer was getting accustomed to the fashions that had been blaring at her all week but also saw some interesting variations within them.
Ellie was wearing one of the typical loud shirts with crazy patterns over some black leggings—but the bottom of the leggings actually extended down under Ellie’s feet into what looked rather like stirrups. Mandy had a fedora-type hat on, with a blouse that seemed too large for her and was closed at the waist by a thick belt; the blouse went almost down to her knees. Kirsti remained the most conservative of the bunch, again with a broomstick type of skirt, her hair pulled back into a thick braid. ©Brenna Pierson