“Oh would you please stop?” Carrie groaned as she threw her face into her hands.
“What?” Sandra blushed as she twirled her soft blond curls into tighter ones.
“Sandra, Carrie and I have had enough of the boyfriend talk every Monday morning, we really don’t want to know so much,” I rolled my eyes as I entered home room, plopping my books on the table next to Sandras’.
Sandra had been bragging about her new boyfriend Brad ever since she hooked up with him at that party. No matter what Carrie and I did, she would never stop, and we’ve considered pretty much everything, including duck tape.
At first Carrie and I concluded that we could have been jealous about their relationship since both of us, being single and in senior year were pretty lonely. However after the 7th week of bragging we knew it wasn’t us.
“I cant help that I’m so in love, and neither can I help that you guys have been single ever since like forever,” she waved her manicured nails in our faces.
I turned around and opened my book, although she was just joking she had a point, almost everyone in my grade had a boyfriend or at least their dog to keep them company, and since I had a strict muslim dad, I wasn’t allowed to date, or have a dog for that matter.
“Ayesha,” I looked up to see my teacher glaring at me through his thick glasses.
“Yes sir,” I gulped.
“Well?” he asked.
Did I miss something? “Well what exactly sir?” I blushed.
“Oh for God sake he’s asking you if you can come to the formal,” I heard a shrieking squeaky childlike voice coming from the end of the room, and I knew exactly who it was. Armina Sharpez. The typical villain in the movie, the perfect girl, the girl with the perfect hair, the blonde girl, the perfect pearly teeth, the works, but most of all the bitch whom we all hate because she knows that.
“Oh, I still have to ask my dad,” I sighed.
“For like what 2 weeks now?” Mr Ted rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry Mr Ted, it’s hard, my dad is kind of like the strict type you know,” I turned away.
“Yeah, you have mentioned it,” Armina rolled her eyes.
“Get it sorted out, Mr Ted glared.
“Oh this is going to be great.” I looked at Carrie.
“Your funeral,” she mouthed to me.
I slumped back into my seat. She wasn’t joking, not even the slightest bit.
