Dancing with the DJ

PROLOGUE:

There are atleast 3 truths about being a teenager:

1. High School will suck (for the most part).

 2. It'll be so hard that everyone--- and that includes even the people that pretend they dont care about their GPA's when they really do--- will find themselves crying over a term paper. If you haven't done that, then dont worry, im sure you will.

3. There are a lot of temporary people and you have to accept that. But someday you'll meet people who arent.  For example, there are times when you meet people so unlikely to be your friends that you cant even fathom to imagine how faith brought you together and sometimes these are the friends who stand by you forever.

Although  faith can be an asshole. Why?

Let me tell you a story of  how I met the most annoying, the most irritating and the most attractive person who i had the mistake of loving.

And to think that all this bat-shit crazy roller coaster ride of an adventure  all started when I made a deal with the Devil.......

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I walked through the dim hallways of South Marie High in probably the most descent attire I could throw on. The winter break is over and here we are again, suffering the wrath of school.

Sure, I'm your "typical nerd", I try too hard on my studies, pass all of my exams, have a stelar GPA, I even admit that Iam a nerd, but still, I have a life.

Believe it or not, I might even hate school more than you do. School is not the most friendly environment for teens, let me tell you that. I also have hobbies other than reading! I mean seriously these stereotypes that people categorize people in are soooo overrated because it doesnt make sense. 

But hey, if people want to label me, fine! No problem. Not my loss but What I don't understand is why, me, of all the people in our school, get the locker near the boy's bathroom. like why world?! why do you hate me so much (??!?!?!)  

Iam getting ahead of myself aren't I? Sorry, I have been doing that a lot lately.

"Kate!" I turned my head over my shoulder as I heard someone called my name.

Of course that voice sounded familiar. I've known that voice ever since grade school and since then Ive had those horrible nightmares where  the "SHE DEVIL" haunted my dreams.

aka  Tamara Hale. 

I mentally rolled my eyes, debating on either, running or pretending I didn't hear her. Right now the first option would've caused me less trouble.

I heard my name being called out again by the same annoying high pitched voice. Second option it is.

I heard the simultaneous  clicking of heels following me towards my locker. Oh what do you know, she has company.

I took a deep breath and stopped on my heal to face Tamara and Dianne. Honestly, It wouldnt hurt me if she'd get mauled by sharks on her period just for the heck of it because why the hell not, right?

Okay, it would be unreasonable for me to hate her guts without giving you the reason why. You see, Tamara Hale has been perfect for the past 16 years of our lives, Since the diaper days. Ive know her for a long time now and thats because Our parents were Highschool bestfriends and have kept in touch ever since.

Dont get me wrong, Mrs. Hale is perfectly fine and i get why my mother liked her but her daughter? Ohhh no. Hell No. Her daughter is just plain evil. She used to chop the heads of my barbies and force me to give the things that i liked, solely because she wanted it.