MY PHONE RANG AT 6:50 IN THE MORNING, disturbing my sleep. I groaned and reached for it, sliding the screen to pick up the call.
"Hello?" I muttered. The familiar voice from the other side of the phone made me sat up with my eyes widened.
"Hey...are you awake?"
Pfft, duh. Awoke because of you, Brittany Mackay.
"Do I sound dead to you," I said and yawned.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind, why did you call anyways? And how did you know my number?"
"My mum is a good friend of our school's principal remember? School records," she bragged. I rolled my eyes and I'm glad that she can't see me. "Oh, and by the way, I want to talk."
"Yeah, just talk on the phone." I laid down and let the laziness sink in my bones. I yawned again, making it clear to her that I need to sleep.
"No!" she yelled. "This is a super important stuff and we need to meet!"
"What? You mean meet now?! It's only," --I groaned and paused to check the time-- "six fifty-seven in the morning!"
"Yeah and it's nearly seven, so get yourself out of bed and go to The Gardens." With that, she hung up, leaving me speechless.
I wanted to throw my phone aside and go back to sleep, but I'm not a person that'll leave someone waiting alone at a park, even if it's my arch-enemy Brittany. Plus, she's a girl, it's dangerous for her to be alone at a park. Well, I wouldn't worry if she's the come-near-me-and-I'll-karate-chop-your-ass type, but unfortunately she's not.
Ugh, I'm just too kind and considerate. *flips hair*
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I cycled up to The Gardens and found a long, pink limousine parked at the side. I don't know whether should I laugh or should I laugh. I placed my bike aside and walked over to the blonde girl dressed like a Barbie doll (a.k.a, Brittany).
"What's with the call?" I said. She rolled her eyes at me.
"It's about Edward."
"Who's Edward?" I asked, earning a glare from her.
"Uh, my crush?" Then I remembered, it's the guy she talked about the other day. "Well...I confessed to him."
"Mm hmm?"
"It turned out...bad. He has a girlfriend and he didn't even bother to tell me. Then it's just like that, our friendship went poof! Gone," she said.
Brittany suddenly turned to me and brought me into a tight hug. From little sniffs to sobbing, she cried her heart out. I was stunned at first, but then hugged her and rubbed her back lightly, trying to give her some comfort.
After Brittany finished crying, we sat at a bench, staring at the huge and lonely park. Then her phone rang. I saw her lips curve into a frown before declining the call.
Ding. A text was sent. Her expression turned into a scowl. She furiously typed a few words and sent the message before tossing her phone into her bag.
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Dear, Diary [HOLD⚫EDITING]
Teen FictionAlison Bean, the dork. She has been teased, joked and laughed at, and she takes it very seriously. Crying in the school's bathroom has been included in her weekday routine. Until the day a diary was sent to her front door... + Cover made by me, cred...