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Ok. Tomorrow is the dance! I don't think I am going to go. Should I?
Yes!
Shut up conscience, you're not helping. I mean this whole idea of the dance is just pathetic. I don't have a date nor do I have a dress.
You could if you wanted to...
Ugh, who would I go with? Alec? Zack? No, they all probably have dates, and even then I'm not that desperate. They're all super hot but they're f-boys. Why would they choose me when so many other girls are throwing themselves at them?
All my friends are probably going, but I can't bother. Not to mention they will probably all have dates too. I'm not ready for all this, I would much rather spend my day on the couch watching The Notebook, The Titanic, or some other tragic romance movie. Ugh, I both love and hate happy endings! I mean they're so unrealistic, but people can dream, right?
You probably think I am over reacting, like a crazy maniac, but let's be honest, I have better things to do.
Hahahahaha, you? You never have anything to do, heck you're even ditching the dance because you don't have a date.
You're my conscience, you're supposed to be supporting me!
Now, why would I do that? If you're being stupid you deserve to know.
After my internal monolog, my phone starts blasting Irresistible from Fall Out Boy.
Ugh, who the heck is calling me right now?
I pick up the phone...
"I'm not in the mood! Leave my phone alone, you shit." I yell into the phone, not even bothering to see who is calling. Why am I such a bad mood today?
Cause you know you're lonely! You're so lonely!
"Wow somebody's in a bad mood. I was just wondering whether you wanted to meet me down at the coffee shop," Violet asks.
"Oh hi, Vi. Sorry. Sure, I'm not doing anything so I'll be over in 5 minutes."
"Sure honey, see ya then!"
I get up from the bed and slowly make my way to the kitchen. My parents aren't home yet and I can't bother, so I pick up my keys from the small key basket and make my way to the garage where my car is. When I say mine, I actually mean me and my brother.
We have the ugliest car in the world. Let me just say, I am not a snobby girl who doesn't appreciate what her parents give her, but this car was bought in the car junkyard and it broke down on me 7 times. This piece of metal is useless.
Is this your excuse for skipping the dance?
Ignoring my conscience, I get into the car and rev the engine once, twice, three times.
"Come on you stupid car, come on!" I basically shout to myself. I hit the steering wheel three times and after a few seconds, the car jumps to life. Finally! I release the handbrake and slowly make my way to the coffee shop.
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There it is. The vision of beauty known as the coffee shop, my body is already getting all jittery from withdrawal: I love coffee. Not as much as hot chocolate though.
I look around for Violet's car but she's not here yet, I enter the coffee place and take a seat in the front of the cafe. Getting bored I look through my phone for things to do, then I see the game slip away, I hate this game so much but it is so addicting, once you start playing it then you just can't stop.
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