Chapter 2

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RECAP ~Gretchen takes one look at me, and storms out. I collapse on the floor grabbing my side with tears in my eyes, and look up to Amy. As soon as I look at her she burst into hysterics also. If anyone came into the room at this time they would think that we were mental patients that escaped the hospital. Ok stop, your going to kill yourself Scarlett. Taking deep breathes I start to calm down. I look to my left to see Amy doing the same.

"God I love you Amster!" I yell opening my arms wide, waiting for impact. ANd within seconds I feel the weight of another person hitting against my body.

"Love you too, babe. Now let's go home."~

And that's what you missed on Glee.

WARNING: graphic scenes, and language. they are important to the story though so sorry.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2~

I slowly picked myself up off the floor, seeing as Amy and I have been laying on it for 15 minutes.

"C'mon Am, lets go home. We have been sitting here for FOREVERRR!" Ok, I may have exaggerated but Amy being my best friend totally understands me.

"FOREVER?! WHAT?! Why haven't you aged? That face cream you're using is totally working, babe." She replied, sarcasm practically oozing out of her body.

"Hahaha that's hilarious Amster, you should be a comedian."

"Shut up, lets go." She replied, finally getting up to leave.

"No, girl, I'm serious. Like you should have a stand-up show, and have T.V. Specials." I said, looking off into the distance, almost imagining it. She just simply rolls her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me missy." I fake sass, with a hand on my hip.

"Oh I am so sorry Mum! Please don't ground me! I like have this totally 'rad' party to attend, and if I don't show Becky is going to tell Johnny to tell Jeremy that I said Katy was a total bitch, which I didn't say by the way mum, I would never use that kind of language. Anywa-"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, to end this, this, well I don't even know what to call it. Teenage rant? Never-ending ball of words? Mental Institution Application? Lets call it the first one so we don't hurt anyones feelings. Oh who the hell am I kidding that was totally a mental institution application. "What in the name of nutella are you talking about?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I just started to become your teenage daughter, then got a bit carried away." She giggled.

Oh Amy, how I love you.

"Love you too, babe." She winked.

Did I say that out loud?

"Yes." she responded.

DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD TO- I was interrupted by a fit of gigles coming from a crazy red head.

"Y-your face w-was so-o funny!"

"What?! Stop hurting my feelings!" I pouted.

"Oh, I'm Sorry!" she squealed in my ear as she hugged me. "And to answer all the questions you having been asking, no you did not just say that out loud, I'm psychic." she completed with awkward hand gestures, and finger wiggling.

"Who are you?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

She gasped, putting a hand to her heart. "Only the best person ever!" she mussed.

"Ok." I replied, letting the sarcasm leak out of my teeth.

"Oh, you better run."

And at that I grabbed my bag and took off running. I pushed open the doors and dashed down the hallway, as fast as my legs could carry me... and my bag. There was a sharp left coming up and slide across the floor trying to turn. As I was doing that the entire thing was played in slow motion. I looked to my left to see a wild Amy Ackles charging towards me, just as I looked forward to dash out the front door. I made a brake for Amy's BMW. I was about the make it when I suddenly tripped, on nothing.

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