When I got home from school I went up to my room and screamed my guts out in my pillow.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" My mom yelled from down stairs.
"Yea," I said trying not to show my anger. "I'm fine."
I couldn't believe this. I was getting mad over Kyle. But every time I thought about him, I hated him more and more.
Then I heard footsteps up the stairs and straightened my room up a little.
"You can bring 4 friends to spend the night," said my "dad".
"Ok," I said. "I want to invite Sierra, Aubrie, Sasha, and Claudia."
"Whatever." My dad said.
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When my friends came over, I was excited. I would be happy for the first time today.
And it was Friday. I was always happy, on Friday's.
Sasha was the first one to arrive.
"Hey," Sasha said.
"Hey."
"Okay."
"Let's go to my room and prank call people." I said.
"Sounds awesome," replied Sasha.
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When everyone arrived, we prank called Kyle.
Sasha said," Did you ever feel guilty for everything you have done to our kitten?"
"What?" Kyle replied.
Claudia said," you have the ugliest feet I have ever seen."
Kyle replied, "Ok."
Then it was Aubries turn. "I will beat you up and shove you into a garbage can asshole."
Sierra was next. "Fuck you. I am not trying to be your mom, but go back to pre-school.l
"No," Kyle said.
Then, it was my turn.
"I hope you go fuck Angeles you fucking troll. Your gonna make her 16 and pregnant. Your like a vampire. Pale and allergic to being nice. So go fuck your self bitch."
"Maybe your just jealous," replied Kyle.
"I am not jealous asshole."
"Good bye."
"Good bye."
"Fine."
"Fine."
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When morning came, I was the first to wake up. I looked at my phone and saw that I had a text message.
From Kyle.
From Kyle: I am very sorry for calling you jealous. The reason I wanted to get back together with you was because I still love you. I am a asshole and a bitch. But you, your beautiful, smart, and kind. I am just a total dick and I am sorry. Will you forgive me? Bye.
What was I supposed to say. Did he even mean that?
"Ivy are you okay?" Asked Sasha.
"No," I said. "I'm not okay.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No."
