As soon as the words slipped out of their mouths I stood up as fast as I can and ran to the bathroom and shut the door. This is what I do whenever i'm tired, sad, depressed or when my friends make me do something like be their manikin on their 'fashion project' or their model when they want me to pretend i'm a slut. Eugh. Just thinking of it makes me wanna puke.
"Oh no,"May groans while Allie pounds on the door. How can I tell? They all have different knocks. May's knock is a knock that might open the door. Allie's knock is a one of a kind knock that annoys you. Monique's well specifically speaking, Monique's knock is a knock that more of is considered as a fist lightly tapping on the door. "Em please do not do this again" she pleads. Last time I did this they had to rummage my dad's desk to find the keys. They eventually found me sleeping.
"Not coming." I state firmly folding my arms again. No party. Absolutely not; My dad would easily let me off after a few lectures on how to survive attacks and how to run like an athlete. He taught me that when I was 15. I didn't like the party because I felt like I was in another world with all of them. And my shirt got dripped in alcohol, orange juice and red powder. Everyone laughed at me and I stopped going to parties. The whole part where you're with the football team and cheerleading squad, and your friends seem to be doing fine. Laughing with them like they've known each other for yea-
"Em!" Allie screams interfering with my thoughts. Where am I? Oh yeah, bathroom.
"What?" I answer as if i'm facing them. I wont go I wont go I wont go I wont go if its the last damn thing I do.
And with a sound of a click the door opens to reveal May holding a pin and smiling smugly at me. I look at her like she told me she hates Ross Lynch.
"How did you..." I try to speak but my voice is cracked, speechless of how badly they want me to come. I mean like seriously, a hairpin?! They can open the bathroom door with just a simple hairpin?!
Damn, they're good.
As soon as they grab my arms to prevent further damage to me they let me sit on my windowsill. I glared at them. "I told you guys I wont go to the party" I state trying to grab The Fault In Our Stars from my bookshelf. They notice me and quickly snatch away the book. Still no words spoken. Should I speak up?
Of course you should speak up. my mind retorts as if it's the most obvious thing in the world
I eventually give in from the uncomfortable silence between us and speak up "Why did he invite us to the party?" I ask. Monique sighs sitting down on the mattress. Well??
"We are invited because we are invited," Allie speaks up curling her hair "Its a Friday and you are left alone during Friday's. We asked Josh if we could bring you over and he said yes. So you come, or we strangle you, put you in a dress and drag you to the party". I let a sigh escape my lips, which one is worse: Going or being Attacked by 3 strong girls?
"Besides," May grins from ear to ear "you look great in a dress. And Josh will adore you tonight."
Adored? Bloody hell if that'll happen
"Josh wont like me" I confirm kicking my legs up and down like a kid. They are regular teenagers with regular lives and regular love issues. I'm just a tiny piece of normal. I dont like anyone at school nor at my neighborhood. No
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Teen FictionEmily Montez was that untypical little girl until Romeo Parker had decided to ruin. [note: this was made in sixth grade. words, people and happenings here are completely fictional, and completely insane. don't read this book. this will be deleted so...
