Confessions of a Teenager

1. connoisseur of misery

Confession #1

26th September,2017

Friday,

11:45 pm

Dear Diary,
I wouldn't normally start off my journal like this, but I really don't have time to come up with ideas. I guess I would call you a really funny name, I don't know, I'm really indecisive.

Although on an another note, anybody entering this room is going to face a slithery, sarcasm dripping, aggressiveness from me. Judging by my choice of words, you too would probably surrender from associating with me again. But no, actually I am pretty sweet. Although often people don't see that side of me.

I'm misjudged, quiet often being termed as a 'heinous bitch'. I normally laugh it off, because I don't really like getting emotional in front of people. (I'm a really sensitive person by the way).

Anyway, coming back to why I decided to record today's turn of events because today was epic. And I'm not exactly enthusiastic about it, let me tell you.
It all started on a bright Friday morning, when Shawn O'Hallore decides to throw a T.G.I.F party at his place and lets everyone know about it as he hijacks the central speaker phone of the school. He is a rebel or so he claims to be.

Sav ordered me to be there. Sometimes I think if it weren't for her, I would be missing out on a lot of beautiful things in life. But other times, she's just a pain in the ass.

I try completing the homework I received today in eighth period, which was a free period. I sat in the library, did some digging for the my history paper due on Tuesday.

No, I am not boringly studious, I am very lazy, I do everything last minute. But saving myself from the last minute panic of submitting a ten paged long ass assignment, I happen to be constructive. Also, I don't know what time management is.

I planned out on a decent outfit for the evening. I am not some party crazed girl or a person going to these parties for the first time. Also, I'm not like clichéd normal people who'd receive an amazing makeover by their friends, who then later stab in the back, or stay together forever.

I wouldn't curl my hair, apply makeup and be a popcorn hoe.

So I threw on a bodysuit, some denim cut offs and a pair of black boots. I kept my face bare, only did my brows and eyelashes. I am good at makeup, it's just that I don't really like wearing it.

I reached the foyer of my house where I could grab my car keys from the cupboard we had specially made for hanging all sorts of keys, when I heard mom's voice calling for me, from the kitchen.

"What?" I yelled back, dumb move. My mother doesn't appreciate shouting from where you're standing. You will have to follow wherever the voice came from, and deal with it. Hypocrisy? The Faze family doesn't know that word.

"Give Amy also a ride, wherever you're going." My mother spoke as she put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"I'm going to a party on fifth avenue." I said as my eyes settled on Amy, who sat on the barstool and ate her cheesecake on the counter top. She sported a good figure, which was currently clad in a pale orange sundress, or whatever you call that hideous piece of clothing.
"Shall I drop you off at the park, miss?" I mocked her in my natural Australian accent.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you Crystal, only makeup does." She retorted back. Her dark eyes turning into slits, her mouth forming a grim line. I hate going into the details, but she looks really bad when triggered.

"Here's a fun fact- I am not wearing any. Why don't you get her eyes checked mom?" I smirk.

"Enough, girls! You're taking her at Shawn's to where I assume you're going as well." She ordered.

"It's a senior party. Sophomores aren't allowed." I say in a dry voice.

"Not when you've been personally invited." Amy chimed in.

I was shook, to say the least. She wasn't even that hot, to be honest. How could she go to an all seniors party while she's just a mere sophomore? When I was in tenth grade, seniors didn't even know my name.

"You're coming with me, wearing that?" I make a comment but it goes unheard by her, as she's busy washing her plate under the sink. She walks around me, as mom is finally away from our sight and hearing range, she leans into my ear and whispers,

"At least I can show off something, unlike your lack of rack."

#1. I couldn't be any more sure, I had a rocky relationship with Amy. Inevitable bumps on our road, and it lead me distancing away from her every day, more and more.

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it's  finally up guys, the first chapter. i will update part two of the entry soon! sorry for being inactive, I had lost inspiration of this story but now I'm back. let me know your views in the comment section!

Q. thoughts on Amy and Crystal?