Oops, I Guess

One

Ring! Ring!

I sighed and turned over.

Ring! Ring!

"Oh my gosh!" I screamed. I shot up out of bed and grabbed my phone. I quickly put it up to my ear. "What?!"

"This is the president." I rolled my eyes.

"Ferris. I know this is you." I snapped. I pushed my hair away from my face.

"Great. You're up. Guess what we're gonna do today." Ferris said. I sat up in my bed more.

"We are going to school. Then after, me, you, Sloane, Cameron, and Marc will go down to the pizza parlor and complain about our day. The usual. Why?" I asked.

"Well, that's going to change." Ferris stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We're going to ditch school." Ferris said. I stood up and shook my head.

"Oh no. No, no, no-"

"Yes, yes, yes. Jen, we need to do this. This is one thing all five of us have not done together."

"Oh, you know what we also haven't done. Gone to jail, Buller. Look, I'm not going to do this."

"Marc's going." Ferris pointed out.

"I don't care. I don't like him."

"Cameron's going." I paused, then I sighed.

"Fine, if Cameron's going, I'll go." I sighed. There was a paused.

"That's what I wanna hear. Act sick, and then your dad leaves for work, then go to Cameron's house. Marc will meet us up at the pizza parlor to join us."

"Wait, you're gonna leave me alone, with Cameron?"

"Well, yeah. Maybe he'll kiss you." I laughed.

"Yeah, sure. Okay, I'll see you in a little bit." I smiled.

"Bye, Hart." I hung up the phone and started to walk to the bathroom.

Note: I'll do this a lot, if I have something on my mind.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Jen Hart. I'm sixteen years old and I have four best friends. Ferris, Marc, Sloane, and Cameron. We have been best friends since birth.

Anyway, I may or may not have a crush on Cameron. Okay, fine, I do. Nothing big, I just have been liking him ever since first grade.

Like I said, nothing big.

Okay, back to the story.

I'm in high school, and I live with Dad and my older brother, Elvis Hart.

Yeah, Elvis.

Dad is a huge fan of Elvis Presley.

I'm just lucky I'm not first born, or my name would be Priscilla.

Sorry, but my mom died a month ago from cancer, and I haven't got over it yet.

Okay, that's enough of my note.

I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror. I sighed.

Is this what I really look like?

I got my brush and started brush threw my knots. Another great day with the gang.