Chapter 2

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"Get up." Someone shakes me awake. My eyes flutter open and I see my mom standing there looking at hs in amusement, but once she notices I'm awake puts on a stern expression.

"What time is it?" I ask. My eyes are open, but I am not awake.

"6:30." She says, looking over at Michelle and Alexander, who are both still dead to the world. I envy them. Then realisation washes over me and my eyes widen.

"It's Friday isn't?" I ask, shaking Michelle.

"That's right." She nods, as Michelle starts waving me off.

"Michelle, Alexander, it's Friday. Get up." I say, before rolling them off of the couch. They both are about to shout, but I cover their mouths, knowing they were both about to curse.

"I hate you." Michelle grumbles, getting up.

"It's 6:30 on Friday morning. We've got to get busy." I tell them. They both nod, Michelle and I head to my room, while Alexander goes to the front door. I grab a purple dress, slipping it over my head. I look over to see Michelle in a pink skater dress with a gold zipper over her chest. She grabs my tan booties with golden studs, while I grab my silver and metallic booties. She throws me my angel necklace, before grabbing out a gold bracelet and slipping it onto her wrist. We both make our way into my bathroom, doing our makeup and hair. We both straighten out our hair.

"Ready?" She asks, looking at me, right after we both finish. Michelle and I are pretty in sync. I think it has something to do with doing this so often, because we've been doing this since we became friends and do it a lot.

"Let's go." I nod. We walk out of my bathroom, back into my room, where we spray on the same perfume, because we can't both spray a different one. Then we walk downstairs to where my mom has three plates set out, one half empty with Alexander eating off of it. Michelle grabs one and I grab the other, eating before the three of us leave for school.

"I'm even wearing my blue shirt so don't you dare say anything." Alexander says, when Michelle and I start looking over his outfit. We jump into his car, silently.

Michelle and I have this thing about expressing our friendship through our clothes, like couples do. So on the first day of school, we go casual and cheer. Every Friday we do Dressy Friday so we always wear a dress. We pick a color or theme and find a dress to go with that. The rest of the six days are completely up to us, and don't even mention Mean Girls because it's nothing like that. We just enjoy picking out outfits that are semi-similar and wearing them on the same day, but not too much. So once a week with some exceptions. Besides, a lot of cheerleaders started doing the Dressy Friday thing, they just don't know what color to wear. They typically choose their own color with their best friend(s) and do exactly as Michelle and I do, except different colors. Sometimes it's coincidentally the same color, but then we just all take a picture together. On the second day of school, since it's always a Friday, we wear our favorite color. We also bug Alexander to wear his favorite color, which he did today.

We pull up at school and go our own ways, Michelle needing a makeout session with Eddie and Alexander needing to do who knows what. I go grab my stuff and prepare for a great second day.

First hour passes by in a blur of Get to Know You games, before I'm meeting up with Michelle and making my way to second hour. We both are smiling and happy.

"Okay class we're going to play a game today." Mr. Hale announces, once the tardy bell rings. Carson is in class on time today, which I didn't figure would happen. He seems like the 'I'll go to class late everyday on purpose because I can' type. The class complains, but he ignores them and goes on to explain the game, which is just another Get to Know You game, when suddenly a thunder crack is heard. My back stiffens and I can't breath. Mr. Hale has stopped talking about the game, his eyes widening. Michelle is trying to keep me in the present by talking to me, but the memories still flash across my sight.

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