The strawberry curls gave Mignette away, and Skye smiled as she saw her.
"Hey, Mignette!" she called back. Mignette trotted over to her.
"Skye, I want to tell you thanks for coming," she said, grinning. "I really don't like too many of those kids on the committee. Most of them are...well..."
"Snobs?" Skye offered. Mignette's grin widened just by a bit.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I mean, I really needed help with this dance. Decorations is a massive project. And it's good to have someone I like helpin' me out."
"No prob," Skye said, shaking out her hair. She saw Mignette shivering before her, and the girl hugged herself. Skye was thankful for Taylor letting her borrow his jacket. She snuggled back into it.
"Well, see you tomorrow," Mignette said, waving.
"Later," Skye replied, sliding back down into the seat of her car. Mignette hurried off to the far end of the parking lot, to her car.
Skye put the car into drive, and slowly pulled out of the parking lot.
Her head was spinning. It seemed to her almost RIDICULOUS that in one day, she'd made a small handful of new friends just because she dressed like she actually cared about how she looked. It occured to her for a moment that it probably meant they only liked her for material reasons. They are all so incredibly vain, she said mentally. But then she remembered Mignette's disgust by the "snobs". Or maybe it's just that for the first time I'm actually noticeable, she thought.
This thought pacified her wary thoughts, and she drove home comfortable with herself.
