you're pretty much my favorite person, like ever. (Carmen Fanfic)

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lauren
I started my twitter in 2012, not knowing completely what I wanted from it. It was an escape for me. I've been depressed for as long as I can remember. I never let anyone in. It's not that I don't want to, but it's too dark inside. I don't want to become too dependent on anyone. I don't deserve to be happy.

camila
I was the new girl. And like always, nobody liked me. I was geeky and outcasted. My dad had gotten a job in another part of Miami. I refused to move houses but school was a given. The city in Miami was busy and too loud for my comfort. Dad knew that. But we needed the money. And I knew that.

lauren
It was the first day of sophomore year. And I wasn't thrilled. High school contained social groups that I had absolutely no desire to be in. It was like a fish tank. The prettiest ones were always admired the most. The other ones didn't matter. I've managed to create a social barrier between me and everyone else. Everyone is casually nice to me, as I am to them. No strings attached. That's excluding Laia.

"You know you'd pay everyone a favor if you were gone." Laia pushed through me and smirked as her posse of stupid bitches strutted through.

I kneeled down to pick up my books and heaved a sigh. Welcome to sophomore year. "The best year of high school"

camila
I entered Madison High bombarded by people. The hallways were polluted with making out sessions, social butterflies and students running to catch their class. I didn't like this many people. But at least I could remain invisible.

"Ms. Cabello, welcome!" A woman with wavy, purple hair handed me an orientation packet. I panned down to her name tag, Mrs.Lovato. "I'm the principal here at Madison. I hope that you find this place welcoming." She smiled and sent me a wave as she walked to other teachers.

Okay, I had chemistry first. I could do this right?

lauren
Finally the day was over. I honestly don't think that it could have gone any worse. I lasted sprawled out on my bed and decided to scroll through Twitter.

DM from CC: first day of high school and I'm proud to say I hate it.

Me: same here, it was terrible. On a scale from 1-10 it was probably a -26900311

CC: ugh, what are we going to do with ourselves?

Me: I don't know. I just wish you lived closer, you're the only one who gets me. Even if I don't know YOUR NAME

CC: psh I know you wish you knew. But I will never tell you, Lauren.

Me: I actually hate you.

CC: no, you totally love me.

CC: like more than donuts.

CC: or movies.

CC: or fuzzy blankets.

CC: or the 1975.

Me: yeeeaah...no

CC: oh look who decided to come back.

Me: ugh bye baby.

CC: bye ❤️ x

camila
My dad sat at the small wooden tabled drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. He noticed I came in the room, "Hi munchkin, how was your first day of school?" His voice sounded hopeful and so sincere that I told him it went great. I didn't have the heart to tell him I missed my old school more than anything else.

"So..is it okay if we have Clara over for dinner?" Dad looked down at his hands and ruffled his hand through his hair.

"Clara. As in the woman you're dating because mom is dead? Let me guess..no." I didn't like her one bit. And Lauren? She didn't even try to talk to me.