My Last Night- 6 hours left

Last night. MY last night. Ok that sounds a little over dramatic but it's true.

People like to think of how they will die. It's depressing. But it's true. For some people it's doing something brave or risking their life so someone else will live.

For me, I wanted to be surrounded by people I know and people I love. Husband to one side, children on the other, grandchildren at the end of the bed, and everyone mourning at the sight of me slip away whilst still smiling. And at my funeral they tell stories of my childhood and adulthood of when I did something stupid. Finally buried in the same graveyard as the rest of my family.

Not lying in the middle of a street, undignified in the early morning sunlight braking the throughout the clouds, and drenched in last nights rain.

I have figured that by now you would probably be wondering what actually happened by now. Let me tell you.

6:00am

I woke up. I'm not to sure why. I never wake up that early not even for school. Even though I hadn't needed to, as for that past few months I was on study leave. There was nothing on TV so I trued over to go back to sleep. Unable to, with my mind spinning at a million miles an hour so I just laid there, starring at the ceiling and the intricate swirl pattern that I had never paid attention to. Just laying there. Thinking. About what? I have no idea.

9:00am

I must have managed to drift of because the next time I looked at the clock it was 9:00am. Meaning I had to get up. The next thing I remember was the smell of bacon, a knock at the door and Mum shouting from the kitchen for me to answer.

As I moved sluggishly from the bed towards the light switch by the door (ok 16 year old girl sleeps with the light on, don't judge) and moved out of the door unexpectedly blinded by the light burning through the blinds onto the carpeted stairwell. Gulumphing down slowly, with a loud thud on each step.

Finally reaching the door I open it, surprise with who I see. It was Sophie. She has been my best friend since we were 6. She took me to see the teacher when I cut my knee. Ever since then we told each other everything! She told me she had a new boyfriend. (Another one! That must have been the third one in the same amount of weeks.) But this one was "different" he was "special". Just like the last one, and the one before that and the one before that. To be honest all of them were different and special. But he was really different.

Max as his name. He was older by 5 years, making him 21 for all of those bad at maths. I asked her why he liked her. (Reasonable question right? Him being 21 her being 16, the was classed as paedophilia!) she told me that they met in a shoe shop (and I thought romance was dead.) he had been upfront and asked for her number almost automatically.

We always joked about the size of her tits. Ok that's blunt, but it was just the way we were. She'd take the mickey out of my height, I'd take the mickey out of the size of her bresticalls. The were-are- an F cup. A freaking F. I'm only an A! To be honest I think that is the only thing that the boys saw in her.

They saw the jugs and long legs and thought that she was easy. How wrong we're they. Ok sometimes she could be a little stupid. I remember this one time we were trying to sleep at like 1:00am and she was all "what's a moth?!" I swear I could have killed her! But then again she was an almost strait-A-student. You could have a long philosophical debate with her about any topic from the meaning of life to what was happening in some crappy soap opera.

"Why do I need to meet him?!" I exclaimed.

"Because I care what you think of the people I date. Your opinion is the only one that matters!" She shouted back as my mom stuck her head out if the kitchen.

"Lets go upstairs," I whispered "its more" I paused "private."

"Fine." Sophie grumbled.

The conversation extended out if the doorway and into the hallway and FINALY into my bedroom.

"So why me?" I asked, just out of curiosity.

"What do you mean 'why me?'"

"I mean 'why does it matter what I think?' if you love them surely that is all that matters." I justified.

"We've been best friends since we were like 5, of course it matters what you think! why do you think I broke up with Calum?"

"Calum. But you really liked him?" I had to ask. did she really brake up with 'the one' for me?

"I did. but you didn't so I had to get rid of him."

"Honey! That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said!" Did she really just say that? "But you know my opinion doesn't matter all that much."

"It does to me." she snapped at me. looking me square in the eyes before lowering her gaze to my old rug like something remotely interesting was happening on it.

The conversation shifted to what I would be wearing tonight, and makeup and boys who were going to be there and so I 'had to look my best' or something. I got out my best party dress. All I got was a "No it needs to be shorter." SHORTER?!?! It was already short enough! Besides my mum would have killed me if she wasn't at work.

OK, so Sophie left me to get ready by myself. So I showered, washed and blow dried my hair, did my makeup, fixed my hair, laid out my clothes, put them on, changed clothes and repeated process 6-8 another 3 times before going back to my original line up. That's the one thing that men will never understand about women and why it takes us literally HOURS to get ready. They barely put on clothes, deodorant, hair product, and done. We are so jealous and you will never understand that. But that's fine.

Anyway now I was ready to go out. All I needed to do was wait for Sophie. Little did I know how much trouble that night would turn into.

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A/N: Hi guys, this is probably terrible but this is one of my first published works so please bare with me. It should only be a few chapters long so no need for solid dedication, but please tell me what you think and tips for how I can improve will all be welcomed. Thanks for reading.

-Chloe