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Mack_an_cheese88:

Heyy gurl

Emily360:

Heyy

Mack_an_cheese88:

I think I'm bisexual I like a girl

Emily360:

Me too

Mack_an_cheese88:

Really? Lol

Emily88:

Lol, Gtg bye

Chuckling to myself as I remember the old conversations my best friend and I used to have. We were just kids, we never really knew what we were saying. We had an idea, but we didn't mean anything we said. At least nothing serious like “I'm bisexual.”

Looking around my room, I felt so empty, so alone. Maybe that was because it was 3 am, and everyone was sleeping. Or maybe it was because it was another one of the reckless nights. I'm getting used to these reckless nights though.

I layed back down and wrapped my blanket around me. ‘Just go to sleep’ I thought. It's not my fault I can never sleep, it's the voices in my head. Well, that made me sound insane.

I promise, I'm sane. I mean my voices in my head. Some people on Instagram refer to them as ‘your demons.’ Really, it's just you over thinking.

I roll onto my side and close my eyes,’just go to sleep.’ I repeat in my head. Soon enough, I stop saying it and fall asleep.

“Wake up…..waaaake up…..wakey wakey….I SAID WAKE UP!!” “UGHHH” stupid alarm clock, waking me up, for stupid school. I sleepingly get out of bed and walk to my dresser, picking out some random sweatpants and a sweater.

There's honestly nothing out there that can motivate me, Emily Deschamps to go to school. Well, that's a lie. I have Mackenzie, and she makes school fun. Yeh, I said it, school and fun in one sentence! I swear it's possible, and I'm not on drugs.

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The halls at school were always hectic, I mean I'm only in seventh grade, but it's still hectic. There's little kids coming from all directions, and all I wanna do is get to my locker. “Mackk!!!” Spotting my friend, I walk over to her and poke her face. “Hey” “shit, gotta go to my locker. Blah. See you after” I heard a muffled bye as I walked to my locker.

It kinda sucked, not being in the same class as your best friend. Thankfully, I have Kayla. “Hey Em” and that's Kayla, wearing her blue jeans, sweater and ten pounds of make up. “Hey Kayla” She's my friend, I promise. But no one, and I mean no one, needs that much make up! I don't see the point, like yeh maybe you think you need it, but you don't! Look whos talking though, I wear the exact same make up as her. I closed my locker and followed Kayla into class. Taking our seats we looked forward and started talking to each other, about boys.

After the first three periods of the day its finally recess and I really didn't want to hang out with anyone except Mackenzie. The school yard is packed full of kids, and looking for some one is like one of those Where's Waldo puzzles. Awkwardly walking around the yard, I spot Mackenzie in the corner with...her boyfriend Trevor. Bleck. I'm not a bitch, but Trevor isn't really anything to look at, plus he's a jerk, and everything he does annoys me. Also, I'm maybe possibly jealous of him, and how much Mack and him hang out. Slowly, I make my way towards them and stand beside Mackenzie. “Hey guys.” “Hey Em.” And all I got from Trevor was an eye roll, how nice.

That was pretty much the only interaction Mackenzie and I made, the rest of the recess I just stood there, awkwardly. After what felt like years, the bell went off and I rushed to get inside, a little disappointed.