Turning Sixteen

Chapter 9: Making up

I felt rather unusually sick for a few days even after I was on my day. I had been through that pain before and I was certain I was down with stomach viral, so I skipped school for the next couple of days and I didn't hear from Ellen any time after that incident at the party. So I wasn't really sure if we were okay.

Good lord! I hate these parties.

But she was okay when she dropped me off, right?

I felt like I should have called her but she didn't pick up the last forty times I did, so I wasn't expecting her to this time.
Still, I gave it a try.

The phone rang thrice and I couldn't bear the annoying tone anymore so I hung up blank.

Why does she need to be so adamant?

Because she's YOUR bestfriend.

My sub conscious added.
Cool.

Just then, I received a text from an unknown number, I ignore it but my gut tells me to check it out so I do.

<Unknown>
'Hey babe.. Ellen here. I lost my phone at that shitty party and I got my number deactivated. I know you're trynna reach me, so yea this is the other contact number'

Relief swept over me and I sighed. But wait, she could have texted me sooner like yesterday or few days back, right?

<Amelia>
'Oh that's pretty sad, how come you informed me now? :/'

<Unknown>
'You're pissed, I can tell. *laughing emoji*'

<Amelia>
'Yeah, sure you can :3 Anywaysss who's number is this? I got your mum's, your dad's and practically of All your family :P how come this is new to me?'

<Unknown>
'Lol xD Nevermind that tho. Just a random friend. *M A G G I E*'

<Amelia>
'Ooooooo! That girl from PE, you hated? *laughing emoji*'

<Unknown>
'Shut up, will you? I'm still on her phone xD I better get going now, see you later bye, and don't even bother to text back, not like I would see xD'

From one moment angry, to crazy the other. It's us, always.

We're insane, right?

Yep, totally.

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Frustrated.

One word which described me with my life earlier, currently and always will.

I mean, damn it, I have a really really shitty life, a circle of tangled up friends, most of them who suck, a working mom who's always busy with her life of a part time editor in a magazine and a nurse, a dad who's hardly home too busy with business and work and a five and a half year old menacing little sister, plus, a boyfriend, well, I don't know if he still is, who's as good as not being one or just, things won't work out.

I mean, why me?

Arrggh. I'm groaning like a stuffed pig!!

Because,

I got exams in ONE AND A HALF WEEK!!

Shitlifeshitrelationsshitfuckshitexamsshitschool.

In short, shit me.

Well, fuck me.

No no, not literally.

I generally am prepared with my subjects beforehand but this year has been particularly tiring. Everything I thought would be awesome and the typical high school life was just opposite. I mean high school in one word is: problems, and not "chill life" like how it is portrayed.

But I never knew these problems, would affect me so damn bad, that I'd forget to do what I was supposed to do here in the first place. We go to school to study, but here, look at my life! The extra school shit, relationship and rumour melodrama and all other shitlife was basically hindering me from excelling in my path of heart pursuit. I had my plans for future and this --- school, was not letting me do it. How ironic. Maybe this is why we go to school. To get acquainted with problems in life as early as possible. Afterall, this is a war. This is life.

I sat in a corner and tried meditating. I'd seen my mum and. Rachel, her yoga instructor do it a million times.

It worked. Meditating helps.

I guess this is how I'd have to struggle for the next week and a half.

Sounds fun.

Hahaha. How sweet, subconscious bitch.

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