oh. [sashanne]

{one}

Jacob Miles. He's popular, and attractive, and every girl likes him. I, Sasha Waybright, am the most popular girl in school. So, he should be my boyfriend, right? That's how it works, right? At least, not for him. I've liked a couple guys before. But lately, I've been feeling.. different.

"Sash! SAAAASH!" Anne yells, her voice breaking my train of thought. I look up from my tray of gross school food to see her with two straws up her nose, and Marcy hysterically laughing.

"Anne, I cannot!" I scream, pulling my phone out of my purse and beginning to film her. Even when she's purposefully looking like a walrus, she's still so effortlessly pretty. She's magic.

"I'm a st- hey! Don't film me!" Anne giggles, the straws falling out of her nose as she swats at my phone. That video will stay safe in my Snapchat memories forever, no matter how many times Anne asks me to delete it.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

And.... lunch is over. I have to go to English class. Away from my girls.

I hate English. And school in general, but mostly English. Not because of the work or the teacher, (which are both totally lame, but that's besides the point) but because Anne and Marcy aren't there.

I don't think I've ever told Anne or Marcy this, but I'm failing English. Not like, a 70. I have a 4. Out of 100. I seriously don't know how that happened.

As soon as I get into class, I ask to go to the bathroom. I never actually use the bathroom at school, I just use it as a way to talk to Anne and Marcy during English class.

In the bathroom, I pull my phone out of my pocket and text the groupchat Anne, Marcy & I have.

kweensasha08: 7th grade bathroom. by the trophy case.
annabanana_: I canttttttttttt
kweensasha08: anne. please?
annabanana_: Ok, I'll go👍🏽
lostmymarbles: i'm omw