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before the hormonal revolution of teenage girl hit, you used to think there was just skinny and fat, apparently there's a lot of things that could be wrong with you. besides mentally, like attachment issues and sarcastic passive aggression.

"my hair is so thin."
"well my ass looks so flat."
"at least your eyebags can be concealed."

you lay sprawled out on historias queen floral mattress, tapping away on the cellular device as the others tweeked at their insecurities in the body-sized mirror that doubled as a closet door. all but ymir who didn't care much about one's own beauty and whatnot, in fact, was hardly a girl in any aspects besides geeking over her own crush (historia).

it was the usual antics of a pregame, doing eachothers makeup and picking out dresses from the rich friends collection as usual.

that was a given, historia was undeniably a fashion icon, and always had the hottest new designer brand items on the market. she was like the barbie doll you never had, having never met anybody so glamorous. just about anything she threw together made a killer outfit, it was like blair waldorf from gossip girl had gotten randomly generated into a town out in the boonies.

just take a look at her credentials. once after cheer practice, some ambiguously jealous person cut holes in her shirt, and she styled it like no big deal. next thing we knew that was the trending style, an undeniable trend starter, or an army of skanks as ymir would call it.

being friends with historia was the closest thing to being famous around here. people looked at you all the time and everybody just knew stuff about you.

sasha breaks the group self-deprecation moment with a loud mope, "niccolo hasn't texted me and i saw him walking around with that tennis girl today!"

niccolo was the culinary academy president, a slim-built kid with an unusually petite pointed nose. his hair parted right down the middle, and kept the undercut choice of hairstyle cleanly done weekly. thats the kind of guy he was, spick and span about almost everything except his relationship with sasha braus.

so she continued, although everybody knew they needed couple therapy, "i gave him everything! i was like half a virgin when i met him."

thats probably why, they were both so far on the edge of a relationship but could not commit for the life of them. sasha was incredibly dull and expected things to just happen without action, while niccolo acted like dating a country girl would lower his credit score.

"half-virgins don't exist." ymir rolls her eyes at the comment.

but she couldn't care less about what the closeted hopeless romantic lesbian with all-bark and no-bite had to say, "what should i do?"

this was girl world. it was like leaving the actual world and being transported into a series of stupid conversations which led to even stupider decisions. mostly about boys, sometimes about feelings, but always about drama.