4:30 A.M.
I'm watching some YouTube and thinking about life then it hits me: Me and Monica aren't as close anymore.
I start to worry how close I am to anyone. So, I listen to "Give You What You Like" as I text friends and family members "I love you."
One of my closest friends text back.
Scrib: "Umm. Ok? I'm confused. It's 4:30 Icy. Why are you awake?"
I bite my tongue and smile.
Me: "Oh, you know. Insomnia.. Heheh. Ugh. I have a problem."
Scrib: "Oh? Is everything ok?'"
Me: "No! I'm scared that Monica doesn't like me anymore! I even asked if we could be friends next year and she said "Maybe." W-what does that mean?! It's bad enough I can't date her, but I can't loose her as a friend!"
We talk some more about how I should talk about my feelings to Monica, and I feel better.
Me: "Thx Elliot! Goodnight."
Scrib: "Mhmm! Goodnight Icy."
I sit staring at my phone, looking at a black screen and listening to that stupid song.
This is stupid I think. Why should I listen to Elliot? She had a different relationship with Monica! I sigh and bite my pillow.
I get an idea from the song I was listening to and think of a story line.
"Well, no more mopeing. Time to get to work."
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Story Of My Life
Non-FictionHere is the store of Alyssa V, a 12 year-old brunette who lives in a little neighborhood called Brentwood. She's happy, nice, and all-in-all, a ray of sunshine. But, she's not always like this. Read this first-person POV story of my life, starting...
