Valentina's pov
"Do we have everything?" Gina asks, looking around to make sure we didn't miss any snacks on the table.
Today is my birthday and I finally turn eighteen years old. How fun!
I'm never usually excited about my birthday, it's always the same for me. Not that I'm complaining, but I want something new. My mom is currently out getting my cake and food, so Gina right now it's just Gina and I.
"I'm pretty sure we're good," I answer.
The cheer girls are all coming over for a sleepover, which to be honest, I'm nervous about.
I've never had a sleepover before, even when I lived back in Mexico I just never dared to— mostly because my father was always around, and it scared my friends.
My father was-
"So, is Heaven coming over after all?" I hear Gina speak, with a smirk plastered on her face.
She's annoying sometimes.
Is Heaven coming? I don't even know. She told me she was, but knowing her, she won't. Or if she does come over, she'll end up being there for a solid five minutes, then leave.
"I think so, I'm not sure," I reply, with a shrug.
Do I want Heaven to come? Of course, I do, but I also don't want her to feel forced into coming to my party if she doesn't want to. It's her decision, but I feel like she would make my party even more fun.
"Hm, well Fernanda and Deena are for sure coming, so I'm sure Heaven will," Gina says, moving the chairs that were scattered around my backyard. The wind immediately blew the chairs, making one fly away.
"The chair!!!" Gina screams while trying to chase it, however, it is too late because it is already out of the fence and into my neighbor's backyard.
"You should've put the tent first dummy," I giggle, which causes her to turn around and walk towards me. I wasn't scared of her so I just stayed standing in the same place, and before I knew it, she threw me over her shoulder.
"Let me go, Gina!" I say, clearly infuriated by her not letting me go.
She spins around like a child playing Ring Around the Rosie. She starts laughing uncontrollably and I kick her, trying to get her to let me go.
"Bitch, if you don't let me go in 10 seconds I'll-"
"You know damn well you won't do anything, so make me!" She hollers, still giggling like an idiot.
I'm a cheerleader, so I use my full strength to kick her thighs, and she groans in pain. She finally lets me go, gently and now I'm the one laughing.
"That's what you get puta," I pant, tired from how she was spinning me around.
"Whatever loser, let's finish setting up then we can do your makeup, and change into your outfit," Gina says, and with that, we get to setting up for my party.
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I'm standing in front of the mirror hating the way my body looks in this pink dress. If there's one thing I hate about myself, it's my body figure. My body dysmorphia has not gone away. Ever since I was a teenager and I started dressing girly, my father would always make fun of my body and its figure. Since then, I just get disgusted looking at my body.
"I look disgusting," I say with insecurity and guilt. I feel slightly guilty saying this, but it's honestly how I feel.
Gina walks over to me and puts her hand on my shoulder.
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