Chapter 16- Lulu

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Hannah has always been my best friend. In second grade I moved here and Hannah and James welcomed me into their weird gang. We always hung out at Hannah’s house in the attic. It was still the dusty and splintery place it used to be. It only had a tiny rug that Hannah and James shared. They discussed how spoons and forks were going to take over the world and I never quite understood. I mean I loved them, but I never quite got them. They were always the ones who had sleepovers and hung out 24-7. I was just the tagalong. Even at school they were never separated. I guess suddenly I started hanging out with other people and became the star of track, but did Hannah or James come to cheer me on?? NOOO!!! When I won the championship by getting first place I didn’t even get congratulations from them. I guess they were too busy flirting. I got pissed at them and I hung out with them just to be annoying.

“Why do you always wear pajamas Hannah??” I asked. I knew she hated when people asked her that question. I was expecting the usual answer of ‘Oh it’s just really chilly in the house during the morning and my pajamas are so warm that jeans seem stupid to put on.’

“I just like the color.” She replied staring intently into James’s eyes. Wow what a freak. They’ve been acting really weird lately and I don’t understand why. Suddenly they stopped and James pulled Hannah into a huge snog. GROSS!!! Now I know why they’re acting weird, because they’re a ‘thing’ now. BLECH!! And I felt jealous for some reason. I walked away while I heard them kissing on the beach. Just gag me now. I seriously went behind a rock and threw up. I thought Hannah was my friend, especially ever since what happened a week ago.

FLASHBACK

“Will your mom let you sleepover??” Hannah asked. I yelled to my mom asking her if it was ok.

“Yea. She said it’s fine. Tell me James won’t be there though.” I pleaded Hannah. It seemed like they went everywhere together now. Like everywhere. They even accidentally went into the women’s bathroom together.

“YEAAHH!!!” Hannah screamed into the phone all happy. “We are going to tell a whole bunch of secrets tonight!!!”

“OH YIPPEE!!” I yelled with fake enthusiasm. I don’t do well with secret telling because I’m very verbal. Except one secret I would never….

“Arrive here around six thirty. I’ll be in Narnia.” She told me. Narnia was the nickname we gave our hideout upstairs when we were little. James had been reading the book at the time and Hannah agreed with everything James said. I began to pack my bag for Hannah’s house. I would probably be there forever since she never shuts her mouth. I had my stuff ready and I sat down on the couch watching TV. I watched Duck Dynasty and laughed my butt off. Si was my favorite because he’s so hilarious and old. When the episode was done it was still about five thirty. I had less than an hour to go. I tried to get on Facebook or Twitter but no one was on. I had nothing to do. All of a sudden I found myself on YouTube. I came across this amazing band called One Direction and I immediately became a fan. I looked at the clock and it said six twenty nine.

“Shiznit!!!!” I yelled as I grabbed my bag and ran to Hannah’s house. I got there a minute late.

“Oh my pancakes!!!! I thought you got lost!!! Don’t ever be late again!!!” Hannah told me sarcastically. We laughed and we ran into her house. The bright glowing chandelier near the front steps looked gorgeous as always. It always managed to take my breath away. Hannah’s house was a HUGE mansion type house. I think she had around ten bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, a ginormous kitchen, mega living room, a workout room, track practicing room, and a room full of mirrors. Her parents may drink a lot, but DANNNGGGG she has a HUMONGOUS house. I am jealous. I live in a three story three bedroom two bathroom house with a tiny kitchen living room mixture, just one more reason for me to pretend to be Hannah’s friend.

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