A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

I guess this is my life now

"Claire! We know you're in there!" "You can't stay in there forever!" "Maybe we could watch Mean Girls?" "SHUT UP LAURA!" My friends yelling woke me up from my deep sleep, "Go Away!" I screamed. "You have to come out and talk eventually..." Julia said. Julia was the nerd, or I guess the nice term is smart one, in my friend circle. She was the one who pressured me into talking about my feelings, but how could I talk when I wasn't quite sure what I was feeling. (Wow, cliche much? My brain must be broken)

"Hey! Do you want to hear a joke! So, there was a duck, oh wait not a duck, a sea cucumber, or maybe a duck..." "Shut UP Laura!" Yelled Emilie. Laura was always telling the stupidest jokes, trying to make everyone laugh. But, don't we all have the one friend who laughs at their own jokes?

Emilie, on the other hand, was the one who was always running our group, our arguing over wether the dad from Hannah Montana said Dang Nabbit or Dang Flabbit, could be silenced by her yelling over us. "Okay, we're coming in!" Emilie yelled as she broke down the door, I had locked... 3 days earlier.

And there I was: Blonde hair is a messy bun, in my sweat pants and tie dye T-shirt. Makeup dried in tear marks on my face, and lying in a pile of candy wrappers. "Well........ shit." Was my response. They all took tentative steps towards my fortress of pillows and blankets I had created. "Hey there buddy! Are you okay?" Asked Julia.

"Well, let's see, the last 2 years of my life were ruined by a little bastard named Stevan, I haven't had a shower in 3 days, I've missed the end of exams, and I've been surviving on last years Halloween candy. Sure, I'm great!" I said.

Wow, I thought, I was really a sarcastic little shit. "Sorry, let me try again. I guess I'm doing fine..." Laura smiled, "I brought Mean Girls, The Fault in our Stars and The Hunger Games." Ah, the 3 movies that were literally my life, nothing couldn't be fixed without a little Regina George humor. "I brought strawberry ice cream and Doritos." Said Julia suggestively. "And of course I brought nail polish and magazines."

After about an hour of no talking and nothing but the noise of the TV heard, I broke the silence. "You guys don't need to treat me like a little kid, I've accepted what has happened. I broke up with Steven, and after about 3 trips to the hospital, I decided, Hey, maybe Stevan is an abusive dick." I said to my friends who stared back in shock, not believing what I had just said. "We all thought you were just sad about the break up, Stevan did what! That son of a..." "Woah Emilie, maybe let's not say that." Julia said, stopping her before she could swear.

"Well... Yeah. How did you think I broke my arm, leg, arm again, and wrist." I looked at their shocked faces. "Got bruised? Any of this ring a bell? But seriously, I'm ready to move on. School is almost done, and I want to do something for summer, meet a cute guy, have a fling, somewhere far far away from Toronto." I confessed. "Well, I'm going to my family flat in England for the vacay. I'm sure we have enough space for all you." Suggested Julia. That is one of the perks of a rich friend, she has houses all around the world and can afford to bring her friends to bloody England! (Wow already starting to sound British.) I really recommend getting a rich kid friend. "Awesome! It's settled, we are all going to England this summer!" I exclaimed, and jumped up on my bed.

"I don't know Claire," Laura said with her mouth full of chips, "You just got out of a relationship, and you haven't recovered yet." "Tait toi Laura!" Using my limited french to tell Laura to shut up. "I'm going to England and you can come or not, I don't care! I'm going to be a new person from now on... I'm the new Claire! I don't care, don't ask me! I'm relaxed, nonchalant!" I pulled my greasy hair out of the bun and shook it around.

"Well, new Claire, maybe you could shower and we'll see you at school later. I'm pretty sure I just got hit with a Smartie, a few M&Ms and Nerds when you shook your hair." Laughed Emilie. "I guess I could fit that into my schedule of doing nothing." I thought aloud.