🕸Long time no see, huh? Here is the deal, you know that feeling, when you walk into a party and BAM you're surrounded by a dozen people all talking and laughing together and you stand there like a lamb in a room of wolves.
That will be my Saturday.
I know, lets not speculate, I could walk out of there like an oscar winner, but it is always that way, little ole me on her lonesome.
My parents and I had a massive talk about it over dinner -in which I stopped listening the second the delved into all that positive bravado- my mum had met a random woman or whatever who had a lonely daughter who didn't have any friends. So this woman decides to do some research and invite a ton of random people with 10-15 year old girls to a four hour lunch and bowling session. (pukes 'cause bowling shoes)
So meanwhile my parents have decided that this is the best idea since nuclear weapons and have excitedly asked me if I wanted to go. Because for some reason, to them, even Justin Beiber has more friends than me.
After a whole five minutes of me whining about assosiating with the lesser mortals, they gave me three options 1] Go and have a great time and make lots of new friends (just slit my throat and get it over with) 2] Go and sit there like a miserable teenage brat (ha, too late for that) or 3] Stay home and if your school friends ever invite you out again, you can't go (a loose x loose x loose situation really)
So now I am spending four hours of my useless and pathetic life bowling with Alexandra [10] Juliette [11] and Bailey [15] thank you and goodbye, I am going to die.
(Fingers crossed I don't flip any tables screaming "SCREW THIS BULL!" 'Cause if I did it would be goodbye to internet, hello to homeschooling and a limit of 10 words a month to anyone who isn't my parents. And trust me, I don't need to become any more socially inept.) 🕸
- R🕸se
