Friday....................When normal teenagers think of Friday they think of partying, clubbing getting drunk and dancing the night away.When I think of Friday its me myself and I sitting down in front of the television and my laptop wrapped up in blankets eating a ton of ice-cream.Yeah call me an anti-social freak who has an unhealthy diet,well let me tell you I don't give a damn about what others say.
You might say why? Why do I enjoy these activities? Let me remind you I'm an overlooked one I have no social life to live up to,anyone to fuck, or a lip filler appointment and I'm not doing home work on a Friday night so yeah...........The next best thing is this.My sad sorrowful life filled with nothing much.
So here I am just staring at two screens in the dark of my room watching The Vampire Diaries and talking to my friend on Facebook and eating vanilla ice-cream.I'm so exciting.......
After a while I decided to check twitter and you won't believe the trend that was taking place 5 seconds of summer was performing at the Molson amphitheater next week.I was so thrilled immediately I called my friend Ana screaming into the phone.Yep as you can see I'm a very chill person in these situations .Anyway back to my conversation with Ana after I screamed at her she told me she already knew what a buzzkill I thought to myself,at least lie to me to help my dignity.
she calmly stated to me "Let's face it I'm never going to meet them " that's when I thought she was crazy. So I just made my mom buy two meet and greet tickets online.It was currently 10 pm I drove to her house which wasn't far I could have walked but let's be honest here my mom's never letting me walk outside in the night alone she believes I could get raped,kidnapped or murdered when we live in a pretty safe blue neighborhood( see what I did there Troye Sivan reference ) and I'm a black belt in karate so she's just crazily over protective.
Wearing confidence I banged on her door,her mom answered and let me in since it was late at night and I was knocking at your door in pajama's God knows what she thought was going on.After I told her what I was doing at her home she let me go upstairs to tell Ana.
When I told Ana she was so happy ,thrilled ,shocked but happy.It turns out great as she loves them so much so I felt like a great friend not to boast or anything.Little did we know what would occur over the weekend or what would happen Monday but who cares screw it.There we were two teenage queens.I actually am looking forward for school on Monday for some odd reason.......But this is just how the war began
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The Class Games
Random"It's called a class" they say. Not to me hun, not to me. To me it's a war, almost like a mind game, a battlefield, with strategies and plans and revenge and SURVIVING. It's something I like to call "The Class Games" ••● Let the games begin ●••
