The Pizzeria


In high school Emmy started distancing herself from her beautiful little sister more and more. There were only thirteen kids in Emmy�s year, but it made no matter to her, she only ever hung out with Kristen Coridettie anyways. The Coridetties were a huge family with four boys and Kristen. All the kids worked at the pizzeria with their dad and Mrs. Coridettie helped out during the tourist season. Kristen was the youngest and a true daddy�s girl; she sure knew how to stir up trouble though. Kristen and Emmy were polar opposites in many ways and that�s why Emmy loved her: she was everything Emmy wasn�t.


Kristen would meet Emmy at the Pizzeria, midway between their houses, every morning and walk together to school. They would make it a block further down the street and Emmy would guard the door of the gas station bathroom while Kristen would hold her nose and run inside to change her clothes. Mr. Coridettie wouldn�t let her out of the house unless she was covered from head to toe in fabric, if he had it his way she would have worn an iron chastity belt to school. Every morning Kristen would hike up her skirt, take off her stockings and hobble out of the gas station in her red pumps that she had stolen from JC Penny. She would cake on her bright drugstore makeup and religiously reapply during lunch in the girl�s bathroom at school. In the afternoon Kristen would come back to Emmy�s and change there, washing her face with cold cream before she headed to the Pizzeria to work. Maggie never gave the girls a hard time about Kristen�s slutty clothes, in fact she would often tell Emmy that she should wear a little makeup herself and dress with more �pride in her appearance.� Emmy was nothing like Kristen though who had been boy crazy since third grade and developed boobs overnight in 5th grade; if that was what her mother meant by having pride in her appearance than she certainly didn�t want any. Secretly though she wished she could get the kind of attention Kristen did from boys.


Emmy was by no means ugly, but nobody told her she was very pretty either. No one told her she was much of anything really. She had tried dance lessons like Lauren who was an accomplished little ballerina by the time she was seven, but she felt clumsy and awkward and her mother didn�t want to pay for her lessons anyways. Unlike Kristen she was flat as a pancake. Sophomore year she decided to work at the Pizzeria with Kristen after school, hell it even got her out of going into the city with her mom and Lauren on some weekends and she had some money of her own that wasn�t coming out of Lauren�s looks. Emmy loved the Pizzeria and the Coridetties, the two girls would study while theu worked. Emmy was the only thing keeping Kristen from flunking all her classes and Mrs. Coridettie loved her for it.


They would spend the night at each others houses all the time, but Emmy much preferred the hot buzz of the Coridettie home. She loved to watch Mr. Coridettie dowd on Kristen, she had him wrapped around her finger and loved to push every one of his overprotective little buttons. There was constant chaos and shouting, but their love for each other was just as loud and crazy. The Pizzeria was just like an extension of their home and Emmy adored working with the Coridettie boys; they teased and joked with her and Kristen. It wasn�t very surprising that she not so slowly fell for Mark, the youngest of the boys, who was a grade ahead of them in school. That summer she convinced her mom that she should stay home with Grandma Margaret, who was ill and going deaf, and work at the pizzeria instead of going into the city. When Emmy went back to school in September, no one recognized her.

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