Everywhere I Go *Editing*

Chapter 11

I can't believe I have almost 50 votes on this book! I am sorry I am not updating as frequent as I used to, I am really busy with school, I am failing Social Studies and I have been practically forced to study and stuff XD
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"Please, one more! I love you, Ava!" He yells.

"Leave," I say, trying to hold in my temper.

"What?"

"Leave!" I let it all out.

"Ava I thought you were different."

"Well I guess I'm not. Can you just leave!"

"Fine, grudge holder!" He says while he stormed out of the door. As he does so, Jorel comes into the room with coffee and breakfast. Bacon and eggs.

"What was all that about?" He asks me.

"Aron wanted me back."

"Did you get back with him?"

"With that bitch? Hell no!"

"Good." He sits down and we share some breakfast. The way Aron is becoming obsessed with me is making me get scared. After an episode of Spongebob, Jorel talks to me.

"You do know that you still need to go to your last year of high school, right?"

"I did last year!"

"You dropped out at the end of 1st semester."

"So? I still did it!"

"Half of it."

"Don't make me!"

"You have 3 days. You start Monday." Great. Only 3 days of grace before I have to go back to hell again. They always make fun of the emos. What I mean by they? I mean the populars. They are pretty much The Plastics on Mean Girls. Except they wear blue on Wednesdays. Everyone wishes they were the plastics. Except me. I did until 6th grade. I tried so hard to be one of them. I would follow all of the rules. I just could never fit in.

How to become one of us:
Monday: Hair in twin braids
Tuesday: Slip on shoes and flower shirt
Wednesday: All blue
Thursday: Pink/white camisole on red tank top
Friday: Disco!!!!!!
You must never miss out on any parties unless it's a nerd party
Never sit at any other table at lunch besides the tryout table, next to ours
Thank you for considering being our friend!
-Virginia Ford
-Sharon
-Drechine Dick

(SHHHH I TRIED)

I was so close to becoming one of them, but one day, I just HAD to meet Merriam and Dennis. They were band loving freaks, and I didn't like them at first. They got me a pair of black and white Converse high tops and I decided to wear them on Wednesday. Long story short, I was kicked out of the tryout table.

You've been removed from Tryouts table for the following reason:
Wearing black on a Wednesday, when you are supposed to wear blue. Emo cunt.

I was furious. Just because is Merriam and Dennis's gift, I had no chance of getting into the popular group. I was mad at them for w while, but I forgave them.

*FLASHBACK*

"It's so stupid how I was kicked for wearing Converse, a gift from my real friends." I said.

"Why would they kick you just from that?" Merriam asked. I shrugged.

"I got with Virginia in the bathroom, and she was wearing a purple bra," Dennis said to us.

"So?" I say.

"On a Wednesday."

"Okay, well we know that now, but we won't be able to do anything," Merriam said while getting up to throw away her tray.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Duh? It happened weeks ago!"

"Okay, jeez."

"That doesn't mean we can't get revenge on them!" Dennis said while getting closer to our faces. His breath smelled like beer.

"Really Dennis? I thought you said you would stop!" Merriam said.

"Dammit, they said those mints would cover up the smell," Dennis said under his breath. Merriam rolled her eyes.

"How can we get revenge?" I ask.

"What is hooking up with a popular and not filming?" Dennis said a little too loudly.

"Get the fuck out of here you gay faggott!" Someone yelled from across the lunch room and threw a banana at him. (btw I don't have anything against any of the LGBT+ community. Just making that clear.)

"You filmed it?" Merriam asked, ignoring the guy who threw a banana at him.

"Of course!"

"Well that's the Dennis I know," Merriam rolls her eyes once again. "We can use it to blackmail Virginia!"

"Well I don't know if I wanna be rude to a girl with a body like that." Merriam slaps him. "Okay! Fine!"

"You guys meet at my house tonight at 5, okay?" I say.

"Give us your address." I write down my address on a post-it. It was time for us to go back to class.

"Cya later, Ava!" They both yell.