Sometimes you have to get along with people. Sadly, I'm shit at socialising. Like seriously, I can't even ask for extra tomato ketchup at McDonalds. I don't know how I'm suppost to cope with living in a house full of people. My house was a normal 3 people family (excluding my Dad), so it was pretty much silent most of the time.
"Hailey, be ready in about half an hour because, since you have no clothes or anything like that, I'm going to take you to New Look if that's okay? Also, I sound like a freak here just standing here talking to you..."
Yeah, you are right there hunny.
"...Without you knowing my name! Anyway my name is Faye, but remember half an hour."
"But I haven't got anything to get into Faye"
"Uh, right. Yes. Forgot about that sorry."
A girl with brown hair paced her steps walking past me and Faye. She was very pretty and seemed pretty nice or should I say, it a better way you would understand, she would look as if she could actually be a friend of somekind.
"Ah, Megan. You are 15 aren't you? Couldn't you please lend some clothes here to this girl here? Her names Hailey. She's new here."
Megan looked a bit awkward over at us. I wouldn't blame her to be honest.
"Uh, Yeah sure. Follow me Hailey."
Megan beamed at me. Faye walked off into the kitchen on the left whilst I was still standing here in my dressing gown and pink bunny slippers, waiting for Megan to show me where her wardrobe was. Lucky there's not any hot boys here. So damn lucky.
She started to trod up the stairs with me following. We passed many rooms of screeching girls rooms, and many shouting rooms, which you can tell would be the boys. I think by the time we got to her room we passed about 53405 rooms.
Not exaggerating at all. What are you talking about?
Her room was pretty big then I expected it to be. The walls were purple pastel coloured, with black bird wall stickers. This room was certainly better than mine.
"Here."
Megan passed me some black leggings and a blue Ralph Lauren jumper. I layed them over my arm like a waitress would do with her plates.
"Oh and the shoes right."
She passed me a pair of red converse. I held them in my hands.
"Are you okay? You seem pretty quiet."
"Yeah, I'm just having a rough time at the moment."
"Oh, if you need to talk to me I'm here anytime."
"Aw, thanks Meg, is that okay if I call you Meg?"
"Oh yeah sure! Also, you can get dressed in here or theres a bathroom next to Ethan's room, oh right, you don't know Ethan do you? The bathroom is 4 rooms along on the left. Okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
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