Along The Sidelines P1

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           Bang. I slammed the cabinet, holding my Cheetos at the same time. Grabbing my laptop, I slid under the plain, white covers. As Netflix starts to load, my phone vibrates violently.

            I rapidly picked up my phone. Who could it be? Did my friends text? Had my crush randomly found my number, and texted it? Could it be people liking my Instagram, or snapchatting me?

             Oh. I stare blankly at the screen of my phone. Its just a notification from YouTube. Buzzfeed has a video about different types of carrots. The typical. Maybe someone will text another day.

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           Fuckers. I dropped my books in the middle of the hall. God, this has to stop! I meet with my friends before lunch, and we decide to get pizza.

"..this girl from my physics said that Jake likes me, oh my lord. I'm dyingg," screamed Dana.

I smiled, but I worried. Dee always got like this whenever any guy showed her any form of attention.

"AHHH! DEE!! TYLER ASKED ME OUT TODAY!!!" yelled Dylan, in the same annoying-ass tone.

Whiny little bitches. There's no need to wave guys around my single ass. Maybe I am salty my DMs, messages, and Snapchats are dry as fuck.

"You guys, kill me now. I think I like this girl from Business," groaned Matt.

Another one, what a big surprise... Believe me when I say I only like him as a friend. I sound salty about this, but I'm always salty aren't I? It is true about the fact that he likes girl after girl though.

        I feel a slight, and I mean slight, tinge of jealousy. No, not because he likes a girl, but I have nothing as exciting to say.

"Tessaaa, why ya so quiet?" asked Dylan.

Maybe listening to your voices made me fall into a deep, crippling despair of depression. Jokes. Wait, am I joking? Of course, I don't say that out loud.

"You know Alex from my pre-algebra class?"  I asked, as they nodded their heads furiously. "I caught him staring at me twice!!!"

As soon as I finished my sentence, they began to squeal, so I faked one of their irritating, hair-raising squeals. What I said was somewhat true. He was probably staring at the wall behind me, or he noticed some creep- also known as me- staring.

     We finished the rest of our pizza, the one that we have everyday. As we walked out the door, some random guy dropped the door on me. Sounds like I'm the typical, "invisible loser". Oh my, what if my life's one of those invisible girl tries to survive high school stories?

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 07, 2016 ⏰

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