OKAY SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY IVE WRITTEN ON HERE SO ITS NOT THE BEST BUT ILL TRY TO IMPROVE LOL IM SLEEP DEPRIVED SO BYE.
"i cant believe we are basically in high school now." zoe beams as she walks over to sit down on the bed next to me.
me and zoe have a sleepover every year the night before school.. it's basically a tradition.
"me either." i agree as i unmake the bed. it's midnight. tomorrow is the first day of me and zoe's first day of our freshman year of high school. we've longed for this moment our whole lives. well only since about a year ago, but it felt like our whole lives.
"oh my god!" zoe nearly screams, making me jump.
"what?" i ask, kind of concerned. me and jamie have been friends since preschool. kind of the cliche best friend phrase but it's true. jamie is sort of the total opposite of me though. she is very outgoing and has a bubbly personality, as for me, i- well- i'm kind of- boring. i hate to admit it, but i'd much rather have jamie's personality than have my introverted-annoyed-at-everything kind of personality. i like to read and study and zoe, well, she hates it. i don't even know why or how we became friends but we did. and it's been the most eventful ten years of my life if i'm being totally honest.
"we almost forgot the most important part of back-to-school." she says.
"and what's that?" i question, amused by what she might say. i know we are bff's but really, i still feel like i don't know jamie to the best of my ability. but i don't think i'll be able to because she does sporadic things that shock me all the time. like yesterday, we were sitting at buba's ice cream shop, our favorite, and she just starts going up to people and saying that they're hot. okay, i know, it's pretty childish of her, but she's my best friend so i just went along and sat there and giggled. what i do most of the time.
"we forgot to pick out our outfits, duh." she says with an obvious tone to it.
"oh yeah! i almost forgot!" i say trying to sound enthusiastic. fashion isn't really my thing. i just like to wear sweatshirts and leggings most of the time. 'i just like to be comfortable' is my defense every time my mom ask me why i wear the same stuff all the time.
"okay, so a few weeks ago i was thinking about what we are going to wear." she pronounces.
"a few weeks ago?!" i question in surprise.
"yeah! you know, you always got to be prepared." she defends.
"a few weeks in advance? for an outfit?" i ask.
"yes. anyway, i was thinking that maybe you can borrow one of my plaid skirts and my white crop top from urban outfitters." she starts towards her closet.
"wait, your kidding right? i skirt? a crop top? to school? you know there's a dress code right?" i ask wondering if she really thought this through completely.
"yeah, yeah dress code whatever. it's the first day, it's not like they'd say anything to you on the the first day." she says emotionless.
"no. i'm not wearing that to school, and of course they would say something." i tell her. "especially when they know it's my first year, i know they don't want me to think that i own the place walking up in there with my short skirt and crop top."
"your right." she finally admits. "at least wear something of mine, please?" she asked.
"what's wrong with my clothes?" i asked defensively.
"nothing, but they could use some help. so please just wear something of mine just for the first day. it'll be fun, i could give you a little makeover!" she squeals.
"ugh, fine whatever." i say in defeat.
"yay!!" she says as she jumps up and down.
"okay we need to get to bed. we have to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow." i remind her.
"oh yeah." she says looking disappointed.
"what's wrong?" i ask trying to read her face to see what's bothering her.
"i'm just sad that summers over." she says as she crawls into bed next to me.
"me too." i say. it was a great summer i have to admit. "well" i say breaking the silence. "we better get some sleep so we aren't in our worst moods tomorrow morning. remember, you have to be fully rested for that makeover your giving me." i remind her, trying to lighten up the mood. she smiles.
"right." she turned over. "goodnight mads."
"goodnight zo." i reply pulling the sheets over my shoulders.
