So my lovelies, what’s on the agenda for today? Mine is that my best friend, or rather ex-best friend has now completely ignored me and I haven’t even said one word to her since my birthday. That was six days ago.
But enough about my sad little because it’s not all doom and gloom. Tomorrow we get to dance to the song ‘dynamite’ by Taio Cruz. Excited? I think we are hehe!
Oh and apparently I’m jealous of my ex-best friend. Yes you’re stunningly pretty, but get over yourself! You were pretending to be all shy and sweet and now look. You’re off with all the other bitches in my class.
So so so so sorry for the ranting but you have to get it out somewhere especially if you’re in a pissed off mood like me.
Song of the day- Taylor Swift-Last Kiss
ON WITH THE STORY..!
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I’m so nervous. Scratch that, I’m shitting bricks. I’m going to call Jeremy and tell him that I’ve considered his offer and that I’ll be glad to see that trolls face turn an even more ugly that before. Of course I didn’t think that when we were friends.
She’s quite pretty actually. She has jet black hair with a full fringe, always has a coat of pink lipstick and loves to wear pink. She has her hair dip dyed bright pink too.
But no I hate her. And Josh too.
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, waiting to press the call button while Jeremy’s number is lit on the screen of my purple black berry curve.
Is it too early to call him? I thought to myself. I looked at my bedside clock and it said 11:30. I went to bed so early last night but I’ve always had the instinct to wake up sort of early in the morning.
Would he be mad I kicked him out last night/this morning? I did say it a bit rudely, I could’ve just said a simple ‘no thank-you’
I looked around my room at all of my posters. Some of the old Disney channel shows I used to watch. One of the Tyrone Gaelic Football Team and a few of the bands like Paramore, Nero and Taylor Swift.
My room wasn’t that small. Just normal size even if my mom did have a little bit too much money…But I like it this way. My king-size bed had a lovely simple pale pink duvet cover with matching curtains which hung near the window.
My window was at the side of the house which looked into another person’s window next door. I mean hello? Privacy much. Anyway, girls always dream about some good looking fit person in that other window and they pass messages to each other and finally end up falling in love. But no. Some smelly old couple lives there who always reek of tuna when I see them. Ew.
I take a deep breath, turn back to my phone and before I can back out again, I click the call button.
I’m holding my breath as it rings…
Duur dur…duur dur…duur du-
‘Hello?’
Crap! He actually answered. I swore a bunch of mean words at myself into me head.
Quick! Say something you douche bag before he thinks you’re a weirdo.
‘Uh hi?’
Wow. Smooooth like a brick.
‘Who’s this?’ He sounded so confident, he made me feel like Robin threatening a villain while Batman wasn’t there- basically unconfident.
I cleared my throat and started again.
‘Uh Hey, it’s Natalie. You know from last night? You saved me from the window…’-
Saved from the window. Are you serious?
I can’t believe I’m mentally arguing with myself…
Oh wait he’s talking..!
-‘Considered my offer?’
I could hear him smirking on the other line. God I wanted to slap him because he can predict me and myself for being so predictable.
‘Yeah, yeah I did’.
‘Good, meet me under the bridge at the park at around one-ish’
And with that, he hung up. He didn’t even ask me if I was free or even if I knew where it was.
Nah. He can wait there for all I care. The nerve of him!
He’d text right?
He hasn’t got your number.
I called him off my cell.
Don’t you want to find out what he’s thinking for this idea?
He can tell me at school.
You’ve been mean to him about this once before. He might think it’s a waste of time.
How did I honestly get to the point of arguing with myself? I need to get checked into a mental home.
I made up my mind though. I had to go to the park.
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Sorry it’s short and boring but it will get so much better! Promise!
And if you’re wondering, she’s from Northern Ireland and transferred when she was about five. That’s why she keeps Ireland stuff like her hoodie and poster.
Gaelic is a sport. And is nothing like football. Infact you have to pick the ball up.
Slánn-Irish for goodbye.
