I stumbled into my room, my eyes burned and I fell onto my bed.
Another party, another partially wasted Jeanie.
I know it's not good for a fourteen year old to be wasted, but I never cared.
I drink to forget, but I always remember.
I was at some girls party, I think Gianna had taken me there. Alcohol was available so I did what any asshole teenager would do and got wasted.
I wept and wept once I finally came to my senses.
My eyes felt heavy, I looked in the mirror and I didn't see me.
My face was smudged with mascara and eyeliner. My dark lipstick was in tact.
I blinked a few times and everything felt a bit fuzzy.
Something in my pocket buzzed. I jumped and pulled out my phone.
Frances had texted me.
'oh' the text said.
I read the earlier messages.
9:44 pm (at the party)
j(Jeanie): hey
f: hello
j: I know we haven't talked in a long time but im soooooo sorry Y
f: what?
j: I'm sorry for leaving you
f: don't be sorry it's fine, are you okay?
j: im a mess and I'm so drunk hhaha
f: you should probably go to bed
j: soo n hopefullly
j: but I really have to tell you something
f: what?
j: I love you
1:30 am (currently)
f: oh
I gasped. I can't believe I said that.
I'm freaking out. I grab the blankets off my bed and hide. My heart is pounding. I can hear it.
My eyes are wide open and I'm breathing heavily. My stomach aches and burns.
I clutch my phone and begin typing
'I'm so sorry'
I hit send, anxious.
I don't want to hear her response.
It's 3am and she still hasn't texted me back.
She must hate me
Or she's just asleep.
I'm not really sure, but I hope it's the latter.
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The Girl From Outer Space
LosoweFrances is deeply in love with the towns local weird girl, Jeanie. France's struggles with accepting herself for who she really is, although she doesn't realize it. And through her self-acceptance, Jeanie finds her way into Frances' life. It's all...
