Jane and I are in 8th grade now. We're not very popular, but we don't care. I know that kind of stuff doesn't matter. That when we grow up, nobody's gonna remember that one selfie that you posted on Snapchat, or that popular table that you always were invited to. I personally think that a lot of those popular girls are stuck in this little bubble; with no real problems other than getting that one guy to like you. I'm not saying all popular girls are like this. But a lot of them can be.
I'm also not saying that I don't ever secretly wish that I would be invited to the popular table, or that one of the popular girls wave at me in the halls. But I would never want to be popular. Not again.
A navy blue dress with a pair of navy blue polka dot flats today. Jane's style hasn't changed drastically since 6th grade, but she has definitely dropped the huge heels. I was wearing a burgundy sweater, with the word love plastered across it. In the background was an image of Paris. Gosh, I love Paris. So does Jane. We'll talk about that later, though.
"WHATS THE EMERGENCY?!" I frantically asked as she walked through the two big entrance doors of the school, into the commons.
"What are you talking about? She asked me like I was crazy. Though not a second later, the corner of her mouth showed her weakly hiding a smile.
"You called me five times last night, but I couldn't answer because it was dead!" I told her, now a bit irritated thinking about it again.
"Nothing happened really, just that my mom said yes to the sleepover." She said non shalontly.
"Omygosh really!?" I ran up to her and gave her a hug. Her mom NEVER let's her have a sleepover, sort of like mine.
"We must start planning!" She said, which was suspected. She is a huge over thinker, again, like me.
"Okay, if we must!" I said, all giggly. That's when my nerves started soon kicking in. I totally trust Jane, but she also isn't exactly the little angle on my shoulder. A lot more like the devil. Which meant that this sleepover was going to be. One. Long. Night.
Everything happens for a reason.
