- all teenagers - one friend group - different lives -
Everyone always wants to speak about themselves and about great things happening to them, but no one ever wants to listen to the ugly truth.
- mental illnesses - abuse - sexualities -
I'm 17 years old, I'm straight, my height's 5'6 and I'm German. I go to a nice school, which I've gotten really familiar with, even though some people think I don't belong there, since my grades aren't anything special.
My hair's blonde, but my eyes are sadly not the pretty piercing ocean blue, but just a boring brown.
Hello, I'm Helena, I'm 17 and for some reason I can't help it, but feel like the most insecure person on this planet at all times.
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With Gabriels' totally incredible convincing tactics, which basically means manipulation, he managed to convince Cedric to drive us to a special place, which we found about a year ago and wanted to make visiting it each year a tradition. Cedric's also going to bring some friends along, who are going to drive in a separate car though, because we don't have any seats left. The plan is to get there shortly before sunset, so we can make a bonfire and get shitfaced. Don't know how I'm going to handle that many drinks, so I started preparing a few days ago.
I stand up from the chair, by my vanity. My hair has been perfectly straightened for the past hours, just as my makeup base flawlessly prepared the entire day. My lashes were separated from each other as much as it was possible, while still trying to get as many coats on there as possible, so they look their longest. I hate guys who naturally have the prettiest and longest lashes anyone's ever seen, especially Gabriel and Diego.
I pick up my tiny, white purse, which of course matches my carefully pieced together outfit. It's more daring from the clothes I normally wear. Or at least the top is. It's a light green, very tight corset top paired with those white beach pants. All of it makes me feel feminine and I'm extremely pleased with myself for how well I've been maintaining my self discipline.
Bing*
I look down at my phone and see a message from Natalia in the group chat, saying they're here to pick me up. I rush downstaires, open the liquor cabinet and pull out the first thing I see. It's a wine, but checking the back I immediately put it back and search for my well trusted vodka.
As I find it, my phone starts ringing and I rush to the door, slip into my shoes and run out, while screaming my 'goodbyes and I love yous' to my parents.
"Hey, I'm here!", I yell when I see the not-so-new Audi with all my friends in it.
"Dude, you could've just given any sort of reply", Natalia rumbles quietly and rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I-", I begin, while sliding into the back seat next to Gabriel.
"Relax, stinky breath. She's here now, isn't she?", Gabriel cuts me off. And while I fasten my seatbelt and we start moving I can't help, but smile to myself to the irony that Natalia and Gabriel have to sit next to each other, since Diego is the closest one of us to Cedric, so he got the front seat.
