Megan Rae Thomson
"Megan, you need to get up." My mom said, as she yanked my comforter off of me, sending shivers throughout my body.
"Ughh -- fine mom."
She walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her.
I quickly jumped up, and ran into the bathroom.
I plugged in my straightener, and brushed through my long blonde hair.
When I was done with my hair, I started applying makeup. I put on light eyeshadow, mascara, and winged eyeliner.
I ran back into my room, and into my closet.
After about five minutes of procrastinating I finally picked out a plain white T-shirt, ripped up blue jeans, and white nike air max.
I got dressed, grabbed my bags, and went downstairs.
"Do you want any breakfast honey?" I hear my mom ask.
"No, thanks though. I'm gonna go ahead and head to school."
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When I got to school, I met up with Blair at my locker, and we made our way to chemistry.
I walked to my seat in the back of the classroom earning stares from Cameron and Aaron.
I shrugged my shoulders, and looked over at Blair.
"You should come to this party with me tonight. It's at Taylor's house." She whispered.
I ran through all the details in my head, and finally nodded in agreement.
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When school was out, Blair and I went to my house to get ready for the party.
"Ooh, you should wear this." She said, holding up a short black dress, and black sandles.
"Okay, let's see what should you wear?"
I held up a short, flowey, maroon colored dress with brown sandals, "What about this?"
She smile and nodded, and walked to the bathroom to change.
I quickly changed and waited for Blair to finish.
"Okay, what about hair?" She questioned, as she walked out the bathroom.
"I'm gonna curl the ends of mine, I can do the same to yours if you want."
"Yeah." She smiled.
I walked into the bathroom, and plugged in my curling iron.
While I waited for it to heat up, I re-applied all my makeup, and allowed Blair to do the same.
I quickly did our hair, And we both made our way downstairs to leave.
"Mom! Me and Blair are going out! We'll be back later!" I yelled.
Once I earned an "okay." From my mom, we ran outside to my car.
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We pulled up to Taylor's house, and stepped out of the car.
The ground was almost vibrating from the thumping music.
We followed the rest of the people inside the house.
Instantly, the smell of alcohol and sex filled my sences.
Sweaty bodies we're grinding against each other on the dance floor, making the sight of them almost unbearable.
Well, this should be fun.
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