"I..." Olive bit her lip and shrugged when Becky inquired if she liked Elvis or not. Truth be told, she had never heard any of his music. She hadn't had time over the summer to go to the local hangouts and listen to the jukeboxes playing new, popular songs, and every time Elvis - or any kind of rock and roll band - had been mentioned on the radio to be "coming up next", her father had changed the station. (She had caught the final couple of bars of Hound Dog once when they turned the radio on in the car, and she had liked it. And she had to admit, Elvis was rather handsome.)
"That sounds swell," Olive said, taking her lunch tray when the bell rang and putting it away for the lunch women to handle it (they gave her a small nod when she handed it over), before heading to her next class. The rest of the day was rather boring, although a few girls in a locker near theirs were mentioning how gorgeous Elvis looked on a recent girls' magazine, and a boy in her Calculus class kept pulling on her pigtail until she turned around and said, very firmly and loud enough for everyone to hear, "Stop pulling my hair" and the teacher intervened. After all, her mother had taught her that, while violence should not be a first response, to never allow someone to bully her for any reason - especially if they claimed it was because she was pretty or a girl.
Olive was actually one of the last few kids to exit the school, due to many kids rampaging out as fast as possible (and her not wanting to get trampled). Once she got out into the courtyard, she saw Becky right away and scooted over to where she was standing next to a rather nice car. "Hello," she said with a grin.
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