Ew. I hate Chemistry. Balancing equations is so confusing to me. My "wonderful" teacher decided to give the class 60 problems for homework. I only got to solve 6 in 30 minutes.
"Hey, do you know the answer to number 7?" I ask my best friend Eva Smith.
"Yeah. C equals 1, H equals 4, O equals 4, and it's the same thing on the other side." She replies.
I scribble down the answer on my worksheet. "Thanks, girl."
Eva is a pro at Chemistry. She has a 100 A right now. I have a 80 C, which isn't that great for my own standards.
It's Wednesday night. I had to stay at Eva's house because my parents had to leave home, for they won a trip to Europe (they left 2 days ago on Monday and they'll be back the following Monday). I wish I got to go to England, France, Germany, Italy, Ireland, and Norway with them. But, nooo, I had to stay home in my small, boring town Dover in small, boring Colorado. Oh, well, at least I got to stay with Eve and her family, not my annoying Grammy and Grampy.
"Cassie, we need to finish our Chemistry homework ASAP because we need to write our English essay on Animal Farm then we need to start watching that new episode of season 2 of Pretty Little Liars." Eva tells me, poking me in the arm impatiently.
"Okay, okay, just let me copy your answers." I say. "What problem are you on?"
"The last one."
"Already?! Jesus Christ. Okay, solve that really quickly."
"Yes, ma'am."
We giggle.
By 6:45, we're both caught up with our Chemistry homework. We write our essays on the book we're studying in Advanced English II, which doesn't take very long (we're both great at reading and writing).
"Okay, it's 7:15," Eva stands up from the table.
"Okay," I say, also standing up.
"Oh, I have a great idea, by the way." She tells me. "It's already gonna happen anyway, so don't overreact, okay?"
I nod. "Okay, what's up?" I bite my bottom lip. I can't help but be nervous, for Eve is kind of a daredevil and her "great ideas" turn into bad ideas.
"At 9:00, I'm throwing a party."
My blue-green eyes bulge and my jaw drops.
"On a school night?!" I squeak.
"Yep. You know that my mom and dad are at work all night. It's the perfect opportunity to throw a party." Her dark brown eyes glistens with excitement. Her plump lips curls into a big smile.
I sigh. "Okay. I digress." I give in.
She giggles and pats me on the back affectionately. "Thanks, Cassie."
"No problem, Eva. Now let's watch Pretty Little Liars."
"YES!" She squeals.
We sit in the living room, switch to ABC Family, and at promptly 7:30, the very last episode of season 2 of Pretty Little Liars comes on. We watch the episode, fully mesmerized.
The episode ends at 8:30.
"That was AMAZING!" I cry.
"I know right?!" Eva cries.
"I can't wait for season 3."
"Me neither."
We continue talking about PLL until we realize it's 8:40 and the party will start in 20 minutes.
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A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...