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Tracey

   I unplugged my curler and rolled the cord around it. I always drift off during anything Im doing. Weird right? Anyways I had to finish getting ready to go to Sam's party. Sam is one of the most popular guys in school. Rumor has it that Sam has had a major crush on me since 5th grade and still does. Wow, 6 years with having a crush on me. I got to admitt, he is really attractive and nice and I did like him back during 6th grade but never mentioned anything. Well, he invited me to the "biggest" party this year. I decided to go. What the heck, there's nothing wrong. Maybe get a little bet wasted or baked. Ya I know a 11th grader getting stoned or drunk, pathetic right? Who knows, maybe I'll lose my virginity. 

    I did my make up neutral. Nothing big. I was more of a natural girl but I tried something different. I put on my floral dress and 3 inch beige heels. Eh, looks good enough. I shook my heated curls back and forth. Is being a brunette good? Does it look attractive? I mean brunette is too mainstream but I like it. I looked at the time. It looks like Tracey will be here any minute now. Tracey is my best friend. The best one you could ever have. She was one of a kind. She was the totally opposite of me. She was so peppy and I was so, what do you call it? Boring? Shes really colorful and Im dull. Well, today I was going to have the most fun ever.  

"Dylaaaaaan!" Tracey yelled from outside.

   I opened my window and looked down to find Tracey sticking her head out from her car.

"Why dont you just come up or call at least?" I yelled back to her

She gave me fine-whatever-you-want face and got out of her car and walked in without knocking. She did knock on my door though. But the second I put my hand on the knob she burst in .

"Are you re- Ohhhhh girrrl!!! You look AMAZING " She said sassyly 

"Thanks. You look really good too." I gently spoke"

The glared at me "Stop being so GLUMMY comeon! It's Sam's party! Aren't you excited? He likes you Dil!" She shook me

"Lets just go" I told her

She nodded and headed out the door with her light pink dress swaying.

I got into Trace's car and turned on the radio. As she got in, she blasted the song that was on 

"SHAWTY GOT THAT BOOM BOOM POW THEM CHICKENS JACKIN MY STYLE!!" Trace sang out her guts even though she gets the words wrong.