The book with way too many clichés ✔

friendships goals or...?????

I peeled my eyes open and yawned as i stretched my arms out.

Then i squinted my eyes suspiciously as i realised i had no idea how the heck i had even gotten myself in bed. The last thing that i could remember was my almost near death experience yesterday and the murderer jumping out of the window.

Hmm.

I rubbed my chin.

But i had no more time to think about it because all of a sudden a massive rock came crashing through my window making me scream loudly. I got off of my bed and ran to the window seal and looked down to see

Fuck what was her name again. Ashley. No.

It was tiffany.

She was red faced as she lifted a heavy looking boulder up over her head. Her eyes connected with mine and she instantly dropped it onto the ground.

"Get in loser! We're going shopping!" She then threw her head back and howled with laughter for about 20 minutes. I was begining to slightly be scared because i had no idea weather or not she was actually breathing or not. Her face was turning an unattractive purpleish colour.

"Would you shut THE FUCK UP!!" a voice sounded from in the distance. "Its fucking 3am in the morning"

Her laughing died down.

"Get it" she said

I opened my mouth to reply but she talked over me "its from mean girls!!"

Then she turned around in almost amazing grace in her roofless car and drove away, in high speed down the street.

I laughted quietly to myself, shaking ky head slowly.

Then i bit my lip.

I couldnt help thinking right at the far off back of my mind that maybe, just maybe she was a little weird.

wait no. Sorry.

I meant to say her jokes were a little weird WTF AS IF MY OWN MIND JUST AUTO CORRECTED ME.

But anyways. Her jokes werent even funny.