My Best Friends.

Ouch.

(Audrina Patridge plays Myra.)

Chelsea and I spent the whole night dancing and singing to our favorite artists. We didn't fall asleep until around four o'clock in the morning. I knew that was a huge mistake.

I ended up being right because I woke up at 9:30. We were three hours late! I have never been late to school!

I woke up and immediately started running around and putting on the outfit I bought yesterday. I was in so much of a rush that I forgot about Chelsea.

I was almost out the door when I remembered her. Whoops, let's not tell her about that.

I race up the stairs but then I trip on the last one. I squeal loudly as I face plant on the carpet. I stand up quickly and hold my nose with my hand, because it hurts. I look at my hand and realize I'm bleeding. Have mentioned that I hate blood? Well I do.

I get dizzy at the sight of my bloody hand. I try to wobble to my bedroom but I end up falling and passing out. Uh oh.

I wake up about thirty minutes later. I see blood on the carpet I'm laying on and the memories come rushing back to me.

I woke up late. I fell. School, we are late for school!
I stand up to fast and I'm dizzy again.

I have to take this slow.
I put my hand on the wall, for support and make my way to my room. I see Chelsea sleeping peacefully. This girl must be the heaviest sleeper I have ever met. I walk up to her and shake her.

"Chelsea, come on, wake up." I pleaded.

"Five more minutes, Mommy." She says groggily.

I take her foot and pull her off the bed. She hits the floor with a loud thud.

"Ow, what the hell?" She says more alert.

"School! It's 10:15 Chelsea, were late!" I screech, ignoring the fact that she cursed.

"Ok, ok! Let's go then." She says as she stands up and starts walking towards my door.

"Uh.. Chelsea?" I say, unsure of what she's doing.

"Yeah?" She looks confused.

"You have to get dressed. I don't think you want to go to school in Disney Princess shorts." I chuckle.

"Oh." She looks down at her pajamas. "Right, I knew that."

"Yeah, sure." I remark.

"Hey, what happened to your face?" She questions.

"I fell, but that's not important. Get ready, I'll go start the car." I say curtly.

I rush outside and get inside Chelsea's Jeep. I turn the key and it doesn't start.

"Really? Not today. Not today, please!" I say to no one in particular.

I turn it a few more times before I run inside and throw her keys on the granite countertop. I grab my keys for my black Beetle. I haven't driven it for a while now because I don't particularly like driving.

I have the attention span of a two year old child, so I get very nervous when I drive. I get in my vehicle and put the key into the ignition. I turn it and I hear the loud engine rev.

I see Chelsea walking casually out the door with my back pack and hers in her hands. I guess I forgot that.

She's walking as slow as a snail right now so I honk the horn twice to tell her to hurry. She jumps slightly and looks at me with wide eyes. She walks faster and opens the passenger door. She throws the bags in the back and gives me an annoyed look.