Today is a Friday but Vicky and her girl gang are nowhere to be seen. I would be so scared if Icky Vicky and her girls saw me after what happened yesterday. I never really spoke like that to her ever. When she did horrible things to me I just ignored her and didn't even say anything about it. I would maybe grunt a little but if I spoke they could hear the anger and annoyance in my voice and just keep on doing it to me, which they still do even though I don't say anything. I went to the blacktop and sat on the same bench I sat on yesterday. I didn't really feel like eating this much today, so I just got a bag of potato chips again and just ate it. Zadie, one of Icky Vicky's pets, was out at the blacktop. Vicky, Eloise, and the other girls were nowhere to be seen. Zadie is, in my opinion, the least close to the group. Zadie wears blue earrings, a little loose ponytail full of dirty blonde hair, and a whole lot of cakey makeup. Zadie is known to be in the group but she is in another friend group. Imagine being in two friend groups. Wow, I can't even have one friend and I never did have any friends. Zadie was talking to Celeste, her best friend in the other group.
"I can't wait for the party. I got invited because of my parents because they are company allies. Vicky is also going to be there because of her parents too," said Zadie with eagerness in her voice
"I wish I was invited too. I think that they are going to be cute boys there. Gosh, I wish I got invited," replied Celeste
"Of course there are going to be cute boys there. Have you seen the twins of the parents hosting the party? Don't worry about not being invited. My dad says I can invite a few friends to the party. It's going to be in their mansion and it's on Saturday at 5:00 pm."
"I am so excited! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Wow, imagine having parents and being crazy rich.
It honestly seems like a pretty lame party but I think it would be pretty awesome if I crashed the party. Maybe be the kill fun and party pooper. I don't think Vicky would like it if I was there and it would be kinda funny though. But, I know what's going to happen if Vicky sees me there. She's probably going to start a rumor and other stuff that makes me feel even smaller and irrelevant than what I already am. I never have fun and I am my own kill fun/party pooper. Life has always been rough on me since I was born, I don't have to be as rough on myself so I might as well go. The party is only going to be in 2 days so I need to be ready. I am always free every day. I don't have any friends to hang out with and I don't go to after-school clubs and sports. Except, I don't have the money to buy a fancy dress. What do you expect? I am a 17-year-old orphan who lives in an orphanage with no job. I am guessing I have to buy those fancy, expensive, extravagant dresses since there are rich people at the party. I am not going to shoplift, I already have a bad reputation of being the plague, and I am not going to sell my kidney for a stupid dress for a party that I wasn't invited to. I don't think I am able to pull off looking good without makeup in a party of mostly rich beautiful girls with makeup on. I have never worn makeup before and I don't know how to apply it.
I sat up straight right on the bench and started walking to where Zadie and Celeste were sitting. Zadie and Celeste sat up straight and looked up at me. They were surprised and looked a little bit disgusted.
"Umm, d-do you k-know where Eloise is?" I asked stuttering
"Yeah, she is inside the cafeteria," responded Celeste. Celeste never talks to me but she is sorta nice.
"Thank you", I replied. I would never actually say thank you. "Manners" or being polite was never my thing. I don't feel like saying "good morning" or "please" out of my mouth all the time. But I felt like I should say it so they would think better of me.
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•Counting on Nobody•
Novela JuvenilMarlowe, a misfit lonely orphan with no friends and who has no clue who her parents are and were. Who is always bound to have miseries and tragedies in her life. Her only perspective of life was loneliness and no traces of love and friendship. Unti...