Make up your mind
(Authors not: Just to inform you that this isnt one of my stories I'm actually posting this for my friend because she didn't have an account so here you are this is by my dear friend Emily Aston Ly Emily xx)
Chapter 1
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked my friend Arabelle
"I'm fine, jeesh, stop worrying he was a jerk" I replied rolling my eyes at Billie, who just stared at me, then I realised she was listening to her latest Ipod on full blast. I just shook my head. If I could count the number of times she has had a new Ipod I would be long gone before I even reached the end! And you don't want to know how many headphones she's had or the crazy ways she has broken them. Jeesh. Billie realised that conversation had ceased as she was being stared at in exasperation by me and Arabelle.
"Take them out or you'll miss the gossip" Arabelle said to Billie, who replied in a hushed voice,
"More like the bitching" I choked back a laugh while Arabelle gave her a deadly glare that could wilt roses, which are pretty darn tough. Billie got the message and waved her hands in surrender
"Alright, alright I'm sorry, carry on Alena"
"What was I saying...?" I was cut off half way through the sentence as Billie had started complaining about the so called summer of July in Britain.
"Fine, fine shall I just shut up?" I asked in a hurt voice but with a smile plastered on my face.
"Yes" replied Billie
"No" said Arabelle while giving daggers at Billie
"I mean, do carry on" Billie quickly answered loftily after the look Arabelle gave her.
"You gonna promise not to interrupt?" I asked Billie
"Now I never said that" retorted Billie
"Shut up or you will have a broken Ipod" snapped Arabelle. Horror spread across Billie's face, but she remained silent.
"Where was I...?" I started to ask myself
"Stop worrying, blah, you're fine, blah" concluded Billie, me and Arabelle looked at her shocked.
"What? I can multitask, I am a women! Stop staring at me morons and carry on bitching about Lewis"
"Thanks, he was an ass and he can do one! I'm glad it's over to be frank"
"When I see him I'm gonna knee, kick or by whatever means necessary hit him were it hurts!" spat Arabelle menacingly
"Where? In the nose?" We spun round to look at Debbie, who stood there a couple of inches shorter than the rest of us with dark blonde hair (or as she preferred flaxen), and bright aqua eyes. We stared at her, then looked at each other and burst in to a fit of hysterics which passing teachers frowned at. Billie, after many attempts managed to form one coherent word "tit". I was leaning on Arabelle, and we were both nearly on the floor choking on our laughter.
"What's so funny?" fumed Dee,
"Are you laughing at me?" it was too much for Billie, who fell on the floor. By this time we were all clutching are stomach as the pain increased, Dee just regarded us; turning pinker and pinker as she got angrier. This however had an even worse effect I we burst into a new round of hilarity.
"Does somebody wanna tell me what you are laughing at?" spat out Dee. Arabelle recovered the fastest and said
"I meant the Balls you Dick". Realisation crept over Dee's face
