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Chapter #10 The intriguing ways of how people can turn you 'up' or down.
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Fay
Ah Friday. That day that just wants to make you jump out of bed, scream excitedly, and devour a glazed donut in celebration of not having to do anything the next two days.
Unless you have to work like me, and sadly, aren't in reach of a wonderfully glazed donut.
Still a great day though, it's also the day where all the students NYU prepare for the next couple extravagant weekend parties. You see, living on this earth, I've learned two things about young teen people.
One: they enjoy lots of sleep and food.
And two: they love to party. In more ways than one.
Well, not all of them. You see, I've never liked parties. Ever. Not even birthdays. I just don't like the idea of having a bunch of people around me, let alone around for me. Especially if the party is coming to me. AKA, my house, my space and my area, where I personally would not like to be bombarded by their after-math mess.
I also never liked high school parities, and I'm sure I'll absolutely hate college ones. I mean, why would you want to go to a random person's house, get drunk to the point you can't remember your own name and probably end up getting yourself in huge trouble?
It seems to be a complete waste of your time.
There's honestly a list I could make of all the horrendous thing that could happen. So why would I get myself into that? I've got so many better things to do. Like go to sleep early. Why would I trade sleep for some social interaction that I won't even remember by the morning?
Speaking of morning, I look over from my desk seeing 8:38am. "You've done it again Fay." I did. I fell asleep studying.
Lifting my tired head from the desk that's been squashed into my face for the past five hours, I check my report on my laptop. Ugh, it's only five pages longer then it's supposed to be. Oh well, I guess I can be average this once, I mean it was a boring report.
Getting up from my desk chair, I can feel my back crack from the abnormal sleeping position, and hear my little fluff ball wake up as he was once sleeping on my bed. "Well, someone had a good night sleep on a bed four times their size," I groan, walking my way over, placing him on my lap as I jump in 'my' bed. I've got to give him a name already.
Let's see, it's 8:40am. I can probably sleep for another half an hour. Yawning, I drown under the covers, wrapping myself in the warmth.
Voom voom. I shoot up, hearing the known sound which is my phone. I groan, as I'm being kept away from my sleep.
"Hello weirdo! Guess who's going to Jason Lawns party tonight!?" A over excited voice exclaims, in my ear.
"Um, I don't mean to be brusque, but I'm gonna predict it's you," I reply, yawning.
"Surprise, surprise, you've figured it out. And guess who's gonna accompany me?"
"I'm guessing the Shawn Hunters, to your Cory Mathews?" Reply once more, placing my head back on my pillow.
"Also, very true, but I was also gonna say another person as well," She states, I can practically hear the anticipation and questioning in her voice.
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Teen Fiction"And you're stupid, ignorant, a- and, a hooligan!" I yell back, with a stutter hidden in my voice. Who does he think he is? I don't need him! "And you're aggressive, have bad communication skills and suck at expressing yourself! When are you gonna...
