Sophie Style 1: The Big Move

 

“Sophie, how do you make a friend so quickly?” Valerie asked.

“Practice. I used to practice on Grandma. The key is BE COOL” I explained.

“So you were just like, hey, sup, and I’ll email you?” asked Valerie.

“Yeah, but then it gets interesting because that’s what makes it tempting for your friend to see you again. That is when you start acting sweet and charming. Then, you share secrets, and you show her off to others. That is called a BFF!” I cheered.

Valerie wrote on a post-it note,

 

Cool (chill)

Sweet (charming)

Secrets

Show off

BFF

 

“What? Sometime I might need a new friend,” explained Valerie, writing her name and a heart.“So?” asked Valerie. “You got an email!” shouted Valerie. It was Eric.

 

To: Sophie Resnick

From: Eric

 

Dear Sophie,

 

I was just wondering if tomorrow night you would like to grab frozen yogurt. If not maybe another time. If you can’t go, then that is fine because I am free for the next couple weeks.

 

-Eric Kemicara

 

I wrote back:

 

Dear Eric,

 

Froyo sounds awesome. See you then. What time?

 

-Sophie Resnick

 

“OMG Valerie, it is Eric! He just asked me out. What do I do?” I asked.

“Oh gosh, I am so jealous. Eric Kemicara? Take me with you!” cried Valerie.

“Try to be supportive here. You have a boyfriend, remember?” I asked.

“Oh, him. I can go on one date and break-up if I have to,” decided Valerie.

I snuck into Talia’s room and grabbed a magazine, labeled, “Hot Guys!” I flipped to the page that told me how to act on a first date.

 

Olivia Holt’s advice on guys

 

1. First date fab fashion

 

Don’t go too fancy, or a guy will be weirded out. Go for camouflage. Guys get freaked out by a dress.

 

2.. Destination

 

First date restaurant is OKAY! Better to go to a movie or get a drink, or get dessert. Trust me, a fun coffee or a froyo cup is enough to wow your future (or not) boyfriend.

 

3. Does he like me?

 

The one thing I can’t tell you is if he likes you.

Monitor yourself by playing the name game. See how many letters you have in common.

 

Sophie

Eric

Two in common.

 

I banged my forehead and looked at the magazine. Two letters? Ugh! Eric, oh Eric. Wait I checked the corner of the page.

Two in common meant true love! At least none of us had a W, that meant ‘could be, don’t count on it.’

 

4. I have an announcement

 

Quick reminder: If you ASKED the guy out yourself, he is just saying okay because he has nothing planned. Wow him by letting him ask you.
TIP: If your guy isn’t into you enough, that doesn’t mean you have to tell him how you feel. You’ll blow it and your crush, and it is now your disaster. My shoulder is absolutely cry-free for this accident. So give him a chance. Ask him about his life. If there is nothing to say, tell him the food is delicious or the drink is refreshing.

 

No prob for the advice and good luck.

 

I squealed with delight.

“Why are you reading a magazine?” asked Valerie.

“It’s my first date!” I answered.

“Ugh! Why do you listen to Olivia Holt? She’s a celeb. All she knows is that she better look casual before the paparazzi comes. What you need is a dreamy attitude for a dreamy guy,” answered Valerie.

“Valerie, I’m okay!” I assured her.

“Are you sure?” asked Valerie, holding up a page in the magazine that said, Katie’s First Date. It had a pic of her in a long, lacey, purple dress kissing a guy.

“Ehh!” I said. I ran down to breakfast.

At breakfast, I really didn’t care that Grandpa gave us cereal with spoiled milk! I am usually the first person to tell him, though.

“Nice cereal, eh?” asked Grandpa.

“Is this the best day ever? Yes!” I shouted, gulping down a piece of milk all chugged up.

“Guys! I am TRYING to apply to this college and you guys are screaming,” said Andrew.

“Let’s see!” smiled Grandma.

 

Andrew Resnick:age 18

 

How did you pick out of all the colleges, FL University?

I picked it because I applied for many other colleges and they did not accept me. I found FL UN and had a sigh of relief and happiness that I wouldn’t blow at least ONE college.

 

What was your most embarrassing moment?

When I had the chicken pox and Grandma called everyone over to write feel better cards.

 

Who is your helpful advisor? Why?

 

My girlfriend, Valerie. Because she is my only girlfriend. EVER!

 

How would you describe yourself?

 

Cute, cool, pop, and lovable.

 

What is your hobby?

 

Football.

 

How many hours late have you stayed up until one day?

 

10:00pm. 15 hours in a day.

 

“Good work Andrew! Just work on all of them because they won’t accept you,” reminded Talia.

“I’m with her on the last part. No good work here because I AM your helpful advisor! Duh!” I shouted.

“Nice Andy. Shush Talia! But, you might want to include Sophie. She might just do it!” grinned Grandma.

“Might,” mumbled David, finishing the rotten orange juice.

“Oh, thank you very much, brother-that-never-talks!” I screamed. If you don’t talk, when you talk, that’s never the miracle in the moment. Not for me. I ran upstairs. Valerie ran after me.

“Okay, okay, I am jealous, alright?” admitted Valerie. I nodded. Who couldn’t tell she was jealous?

“What’s up?” I said, supportingly.

“Sophie, flashback to middle school and I had a BIG crush on Eric. I used to send him cards and put perfume on them and I sent him candygrams. I was the girl who was DESPERATE for a guy but people liked you. That’s when I decided to be your friend,” explained Valerie.

“So you only wanted to be my friend because Carl and Tyler left me riddles on my locker? Really, Valerie? I would only want a friend who wants to be my friend because I am nice, and caring. I might have a few challenges and differences, but only a true friend would really care. You nor Gina does. So that means you both are not at all my best friends. Go hang out with your boyfriend!” I shouted, snarling.

I started to cry.

Valerie snarled at me.

“I don’t need you anyway. I mean, Sophie, ugh. I was just trying to be nice to you because I DID want your beauty advice. Then I did realize it was a mistake and you know. I thought we could be BFFs not for advice, but to care. You don’t think I’m honest so I really don’t care. I am unique in my very own way,” stammered Valerie.

I ran upstairs. I had no best friend. I had no parents. I had no nothing. It was time to get serious.  I turned on my computer and started to look at the people in my school.

 

Ariella Newton   Iris Makanda    Maria Sperling

 

Emily Rosen     Fifi Jones          Beth Rosenthal

 

Hope Guentos    Alexa Shellca     Danielle Bram

 

Valerie Kalinsky  Lena Clonis     Laura Maor

 

Carla Bavlletonia   Kelly Cohane  Ruth Clancy

 

Peyton Hills      Heather Landis   Sophie Resnick

 

Hmm… Ariella has a best friend named Carla. I crossed them out. Emily is way too shy. Hope is way too bossy. I crossed her out. Valerie is out of the question. I crossed her out. Payton has a best friend. I crossed her out. Iris is Mrs. Fashionista. She is so judgy and she thinks she is the coolest in the world. I crossed her out. I stopped at Fifi. I didn’t have to think twice to cross her out. She picks her nose! Alexa is way too girly. Lena hasn’t talked since three years ago. Kelly has a bff. Heather is annoying. Danielle finds the bad in everything I say. Laura has disabilities. Ruth doesn’t pay attention to a word I say. And there comes me. That’s a wrap for the kids in my homeroom.

I sighed. Then I stopped. “Iris! Iris Makanda!” She could help me with my outfit for my date. I called her home phone.

“Hello, this is Audrey Makanda, who is speaking?” asked her mother.

“Umm someone from Iris’s school!” I shouted.

“Iris, your friend is on the phone!” called her mom.

“Hey Peyton, sup?” asked Iris, thinking I was Peyton.

“Oh umm… This is Sophie Resnick,” I explained.

“Sophie? Oh okay, what do you want again?” asked Iris.

“So, I am going on a date with Eric and you are the fashionista. What could I wear?” I asked.

“Simple. Wear jeans and a plain bright-colored shirt and a belt. Classy and hip is what look you’re going for. Tonight no high heels. Go wedges. No car service, subway. Classy and hip,” reminded Iris.

“Thanks Iris, so you know you are the fashion chick and…” she hung up on me.

I set up my outfit. A pink neon shirt and jean shorts. I wore a purple and pink sparkly belt to bring it all together.

I went on to Google and searched, “today.”

 

Search:

 

Suggested for Sophie Resnick

 

Sale at Chick It Out boutique!

Details: from 12:00pm to 2:30pm you can get a sale on themed Casual Classics on Kryptonian road. For more information, visit www.chickitout.com/salejuly28

 

Pie contest

 

Details: Held at FL UN. Running from 11:00am to 12:00pm. 18 apple pies are waiting to be eaten. Can you gobble it up for $110.00 and a ticket to back stage at Taylor Swift’s show at the Marmaduke Theatre? I betcha you’ll win it, if you’re in it.

 

Wairdo Hairdo

 

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100 more results for Sophie Resnick…

 

I sighed and wrote down my agenda.

 

1. Pie contest

 

2. Sale at Chick It Out

 

3. Then the hair thingy

 

I would then come home. Have dinner. Watch a movie. I would probably invite Payton, Ariella, and Carla over to a slumber party. Then we would hang out and stuff. It would be a day. Tomorrow was going to be my dream day! ERIC! I ran downstairs. I grabbed my shoes and tugged on Andrew’s sleeve. Last time I asked Grandpa to drive me we got into an accident because Grandpa decided he needed to cut some other guy off in his car and when the guy called the police Grandpa drove away. So I asked Andrew.

“Drive yourself…” I stared at him.

“When you’re 18!” he added.

So I rollerbladed to the pie eating contest. At the contest, I saw a girl with wavy, dirty, blonde hair. Her eyes were hazel and she had a dog that looked like Angel Pony. Wait, that was Lily!

“Hi Lily!” I shouted.

“Hey Sophie, me and Angel Pony want some pie!” she shouted.

“I do love pie!” I continued.

“Okay, boys and girls, welcome to the official pie eating contest!” said the loud speaker. We all cheered.

I grabbed an apple pie. Lily grabbed an apple pie, too. When everyone had a pie, I touched my plump-looking pie and realized it was smushed. But everyone had a pie. So I decided to eat a squashed apple pie.

“On your mark, get set, eat!” screamed the loud speaker.

I took a bite of my smushed pie. As I bit it, I felt something hard. I picked it out of my mouth and saw a piece of mushed yoga mat. I ran to the person with the loudspeaker. “Excuse me, but in one of your pies there is a piece of mushed yoga mat. May I confess?” I asked.

“No, I trust our baker, even though he smokes. Eat the yoga mat or do not enter the contest.”

I sighed and ate the mushy pie anyway. I wished I had someone. Someone to ask me how the contest was. Someone to talk to. Gina and Valerie were those people. Now I had nobody. Maybe I should start a blog or a diary? As I rollerbladed home, I felt a tap on my shoulder.