It was still Wednesday.
I found myself freaking out about tests and the play and the showcase.
My mom was already urging me to pick a song for the June Talent Show.
It was February for crying out loud.
I was so stressed and even Luke Hemmings couldn't make it disappear.
And I guess I wasn't anemic, but my doctor told us that I might have a heart condition.
I didn't really know what to say.
I wasn't happy.
But my friends were.
And Aliya, she found out who the guy from the internet was.
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"I swear, she lives on the phone." Hope said, as Aliya let her fingers dance across her phone screen.
"I think th-"
"AHHHHHHHHHH.", Aliya screamed.
"What? Who died?" Hope asked, shaking Aliya by her shoulders.
"What happened?", I asked Aliya, who froze, and stared at her screen, with her fingers trembling, and her wide eyes.
"H-he's going to meet me." She said, as she stared off into the distance.
"Who's he?"
"Now! Come on, OH MY GOSH, What if he doesn't like my hair?!" Aliya panicked, as she ran her fingers through her light borwn hair, that had been dip-dyed blue.
"Who's he?" I asked, again.
Instead of answering, she dragged me by my arm, and manuvered us through the crowd of teenagers.
Gosh, her grip was so strong.
We came to the bleachers, and there I saw Everett.
Everett from the concert.
He waved.
I waved.
I was so glad she got to end up with someone so good for her.
They suited each other, like...Peanut butter and jelly, like nutella and everything, like how I thought you and me should be.
I just hate it when my mind starts to drown with in myself.
I know, first I was swimming, then I was drowning, now I was so close to the bottom, I couldn't care less anymore.
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Fiksi Remaja(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
