High Sock Society: Where High School Is the Devil's Playground

By Kevinnie J. Moore

With the excitement of high school, waiting to bond and make special friends, start dating, athletically competing, physical and emotional changes can be a huge adjustment, particularly for those who have been spoon-fed all along. The only common denominator that these girls share is the Academy. Commonalities that teen girls experience begin to erupt, sending everyones lives into a tumultuous spin. If they can just overcome the devils advocacy of lies, tragedies, untold secrets, and deception, getting through high school just might not be so bad. McKenzie, Blair, Riley, Bethany, Mallory, and BreAnna consider tragedies and the consequences that occur as though Karma has vowed to take responsibility to reprimand them. The high sock society doesnt just describe what they wearGucci, Prada, and Marc Jacobsit describes who they are, a high-standing social society of girls just trying to make their way through lifes mind-boggling maze.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 31, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450035972

Kevinnie J. Moore

Kevinnie Moore, a college student in Louisiana, plans to pursue a career in medicine specializing in obstetrics and gynecology. She is always looking for ways to brighten the futures of younger girls and plans on continuing to write so that she can continue to do so.

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CONTENTS

Friends Really Are Family

Things Do Not Just Happen . . . We Make Them

Mistakes Happen . . . Right?

And The Craziness Begins . . . Or Continues

Seriously? . . .

Mid Year Doesn’t Mean Mid Life

Good Things Come In More 3s

Knight in Shining Armor

No Such Thing As Catching A Break

L.I.V.E. or E.V.I.L.

Pray Tomorrow Never Comes

Or Just Hope Tomorrow Doesn’t Last

Pain: Weakness Leaving or Entering The Body

Growing Pains?

The Storm Eventually Passes

Desperate Times Call For Big Girl Decisions

College Begins: New Playground?

Optimism Takes Forever to Pay Off

In remembrance of Kristen Ambri Barras,

You inspired me to be a fighter, a lover, and the ultimate friend.

Good friends are very hard to come by, and you, my friend,

continue to be my life’s ultimate find and definitely the tune my heart beats to.

I love you and miss you dearly babygirl, Rest In Peace.

Friends Really Are Family

As we all sit on a boulder near the north side of Spirit Lake, Idaho’s largest body of water, I look at three of my friends, Blair, she’s so beautiful: big blue eyes, dark brunette hair which is a rarity and in its own way, describes how much of a prized possession she is. She seems so young and untouched, but I know she has been through so much and is such a strong person because of it. I don’t know if I could be more proud to say she is part of my immediate family.

Riley, a long blonde haired beauty that sort of fits into the cliché of naïve, gullible, whatever you want to call it and she and Blair are two peas in a pod, attached at the hip, Siamese twins.

Mallory, ahhh Mallory, she’s something else. Her curly redheaded drama bypasses everyone else’s but it definitely describes how much she tries to fit in. We love her no matter how much drama tags along.

Finally, I sit here and think about Bethany and BreAnna, my two best friends. BreAnna is so fiery and hyper with her long brunette hair, short, petite figure, and immaculate smile and Bethany, with her amazing charisma, personality, and womanish figure. She could dance until her feet fell off and probably would start dancing on her hands she loves it so much.

I figured I would introduce myself as the person you should get really familiar with. I tend to babble, so what. My name is McKenzie Kilburne and I am a seventeen year old senior at The Academy of St. Bernadette, an all girls school in Louisville, Idaho. I have a close knit, but oh so complicated circle of friends and have named ourselves the High Sock Society. It describes who we are more than what we wear, a social group of high trouser sock wearing classy Catholic schoolgirls. Our group members include: Blair St. Romaine, Riley Midas, Mallory Ridgewood, and my two best friends, BreAnna Kollins, and Bethany Calloway. We tend to count on each other as if we have no other family and all we have is each other. You could consider us somewhat self-adopted sisters. I guess it’s a good time to start telling the story of how we all became so close.

Three years younger than I, my first cousin and really close friend since birth, Blair St. Romaine, was just beginning high school as a freshman watching me incur all of the many obstacles of a teenager and supporting me through it all. She, on the other hand, had a few complications of her own. As a fantastic runner on the track team and my relay partner, she shared a romanic relationship with the star of the football team AND his best friend, the star of the soccer team, both of them not knowing. She said the football player, Jacob Stubbs, was more like her best guy friend or big brother, but somehow she still found him attractive even though he was very promiscuous and also had his eye on another girl, Alicia and this is why she was determined to keep his best friend, Cameron at her side incase he chose Alicia over her.

Her best friend, Riley Midas, very blond and ditsy, but not dumb, shared the star relationship thing with another guy on the soccer team, but didn’t know how much longer she could take not only his mental, but his physical abuse. Little did she know, her troubles were just beginning.

Mallory Reed, our redheaded drama queen, is the center of attention and quite the character. We all love gossip, but she somehow brings gossiping to an entire new level. Mallory seems to bring out the best in all of us, the best of the side that we have all never seen. The side that should only come out when needed, but we enjoy her company. Although she is new to group and to our school, she is determined to fit in.

Bethany Calloway, our beautiful dancer, is like my sister. We are born on the same day October 20th, just a few minutes apart. She was born in Montana while I was born in Idaho. We have been best friends since 5th grade. She finds a friend in almost every guy she meets, but no one has really turned into her boyfriend. Although she is frustrated, she is such a wonderful person and the right guy will come.

And last, but definitely not least, BreAnna Kollins. What can I say? One of the most loyal, caring, and considerate individuals to walk the Earth. She was my best friend. Most of the events in my life include her. She truly defines the ultimate friend, guardian angel, whatever you want to call it. She is just amazing. So now that I have introduced everyone, I can explain the things that have kept us all so close.

We attend an all girls Catholic school filled with rich, snobby, arrogant, bitches, if you will, and we definitely try to stay out of the clichéd all catholic girls school student stereotype, but there is really no way around it. We have money, power, and oh so much control. I barely see my parents and when I do, it’s only to catch up or cash a check and I have no siblings so this is why my friends are basically my family. You need someone to lean on when times get tough, right? I am very athletic. I hate to say it, but I am the best player on the team and everyone loves me for it.

This tight knit group of friends that I speak of only describes the people that I hang out with everyday, but there are more people you will meet later that put a little excitement in my school life. There is Ainsley, Katherine, Kamryn, Melanie, and so many others that are my friends, but we rarely hang out outside of the school functions. I consider them my school only friends. I tell you a little about how school and life is for someone like me.

My senior year started off pretty brisk. We are considered seniors the second our junior year is over so my senior year began June 1st. I thought about the long summer ahead and the ridiculous soccer workouts, summer camps, and soccer games I had to participate in. My schedule probably couldn’t get any busier or so I thought. First day of summer workouts, I woke up not in the best of moods, drove to school, and waited in my car for everyone else to show up. As I sat listening to a little mix I had made, I noticed this tall, dark, and handsome man pass by my car and all I could think to myself was, who is that freaking hottie? Next, I thought What is some black guy doing at a majority white all girls school, on a summer day, at the soccer field? Is he a creeper? Should I call the cops? But I couldn’t call the cops on something as ridiculously good-looking as that guy. I got out of my car when I noticed everyone starting to pull up asking themselves the same questions. Our coach called us in and introduced this new guy as the new soccer coach for the boy’s school across the street. He would be helping out here and there since he was so experienced. This is when I raised my hand in utter confusion and said, Why is he so experienced?

The guy answered himself with a deep voice, Because I played and coached professional soccer in Brazil and Italy. Well to say the least, he shut my ass up, but I didn’t care. He was gorgeous and we have a future together, I know it.

Kamryn, my teammate, looked at me before we started our warm up and said, Kenz, you have that look. What are you about to do? I didn’t say anything. She slapped the back of my head. Don’t do anything stupid. I thought to myself, there’s really nothing stupid to do, there is nothing wrong with a little fantasy here and there, right?

We continued our workout and I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around the thought of this new man in my life. I have only dated a few guys and I’m pretty sure he is the right one for me, the one I will spend the rest of my life with, the one who will call me his wife, baby mama, best friend, and life partner. Am I getting ahead of myself aren’t I? Sorry.

Blair: Well my freshman year of high school was going to begin in two months and after what McKenzie told me, I’m not sure if I’m ready. High school seems pretty rough. I’m a tough cookie, but I just don’t know if I can handle it all at once. I kind of feel like a helpless infant whose fifteen-year-old mother didn’t want it and strapped it to a train track. I can just hear the train, CHOO! CHOO!

The first day of summer, I decide that I am going to sleep in until noon or so, but that was cut short at 10:00 am when McKenzie called me after her soccer workouts going on and on about how hot the new head boy’s soccer coach was. All I could think to myself was 3 things:

1.     Blair, please tell McKenzie to shut the fuck up. You were happily dreaming about Jacob.

2.    Get a life. He probably has a wife, 3 kids, and a trailer.

3.     Is it really 10 o’clock in the freaking morning and I’m up listening to McKenzie ramble about an old black man who plays soccer and who she doesn’t even know.

       Take that back, 4 things.

4.     HANG UP!

Well, I go back to sleep for a couple of