Worlds Clash: Slaydie's

Long Way Home

POV: Ashley Harold

February 15th, 2023

So much for my happy ending. I know how those sad Tumblr girls feel now. I'm gonna start reposting pictures of Effy Stonem from Skins with deep quotes like **she believed because he lied**

And her best friend is a DIRTY LITTLE BACKSTABBING SKANK BITCH!

Maybe I shouldn't say that. That isn't very #womensupportingwomen of me, but neither is homie-hopping. I support women's wrongs, but this is much too far. Her name shall now be Mademoiselle Slayn't, because she is anything but #slay. She knew how much I liked him, and she went behind my back to ask him out. She's on my shit list, and she's gonna have to do a LOT to make it up to me. I'm talking, like, a lifetime supply of vanilla bean frappuccinos and those egg shaped EOS lip balms. Baby Lips is acceptable too.

Don't get me started on Michael Gordon CliffOOOOOORRRRDDDD!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!? He's a LIAR! STUPID LYING LIAR! Rip my heart out, why don't you?! "Gay" my ass! Why the hell are you going out with my friend, hMMMMMM???? He knew my last boyfriend was gay, so he was trying to play mind games with me so he could prance around with my former OOMF! I'm never gonna find another guy as swag and punk rock as him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I HATE HIMMMM AND I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY! I will spend my days wallowing away in a nursing home, alone, buying my own boxes of chocolates as I wipe the teardrops off the guitar that I don't know how to play. I don't believe in love anymore. It was all a game, and they tried to trick me into thinking it wasn't. They think I'm an idiot. Everyone thinks I'm an idiot. Michael even wore his IDIOT shirt on his first day of school! I don't even know why I bothered covering for Calum. He looks down on me like everyone else does, and that's never gonna change.

I snuck out of detention for nothing. I got into detention for nothing. MY PHONE FUCKING EXPLODED!!! It was all over Michael! ARGH! Men are literally so trash, and I was fighting tooth and nail trying to prove he liked me, and for what? Just for me to lose what I already had. I can forget his Sacromento green orbs, but I can't forget what I've lost... including my half-brother that just got stabbed HELLO?!?

I have no friends, no phone, no #OOMF... I have nothing, which is flop behavior. Nicki would not approve. I'm like a total social casualty! I need to go to cheer practice and demand my spot back. Coach Mickey never actually told me I was benched right? It's probably fine right? I'm not in my flop era RIGHT???? Flops would sit around and do nothing, queens make money moves, and I am no flop. #dontbeadragjustbeaqueen

I'm gonna get over this and I'm gonna get over him. I'm not gonna waste my life away-ay-ay! THIS IS MY #INDEPENDENCEDAY!

I'll bet those tennis girls wish I stayed ;) (i still want my phone back)

- XOXO Gossip Girl

The final school bell rang, signaling the end of Ashley's study hall. She used this study hall to finally catch up on her journaling, since she was majorly behind in venting to her future self or whoever may come across her diary when she becomes a rich and famous influencer. Instead of doing a diary entry the day before, she crossed out every single "AS + MC" she drew in little arrow hearts while listening to Breakeven by The Script. All those hearts were #brocken, just like hers. She didn't even bother updating her blog, which was how you knew she was falling to pieEEEEEEEEces, yuh.

Catherine was waiting outside the study hall door like she did everyday to meet up with Ashley before cheer practice, but Ashley was not about to amuse her on this day.