Chapter 1

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The story of a tragic heart break- Spencer (you) are just a girl living a simple life until drama and heartbreak consume your happiness, you have long reddish brown hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes, you are also a very active and healthy person. And there's Brodie he is perfect with his shining smile, longish brown hair and piercing emerald green eyes but I won't bore you. You'll learn a lot more about him in the story ;) and there's also Spencer's best friend Brandi who is the most amazing, funny, and supportive gay person you could ever have as a friend. She is always there to comfort you or support comedic relief. She has short brown hair that she often dyes black or other colors, and brown eyes. She's not very athletic... actually that's an understatement, lol she absolutely hates exercising but you always drag her along anyway. 😂

Chapter 1
Spencer's pov
I woke up feeling really empty for no reason at all. As I was trying to get my brain to wake up and start working so I could get through yet another stressful day I got a text from my best friend Brandi.

Brandi: hey! I'm on my way over to your house
Me: what?!? I didn't even know you were coming over
Brandi: I know b I just decided to come over lol
Me: what if I was busy? Huh?
Brandi: well that's too bad because we're hanging out today and going to Stacy Owens party tonight to get littt!
Me: you're lucky I don't actually have any plans today and Stacy is having another party?
Brandi: Spence, no offense but coming from your best friend, when do you ever have important plans? Lol
Me: *gasp* oh no I'm offended 😱 lol and I never make plans because you always do this to me lmao
Brandi: ohh woooww very smart using sarcasm over text 😂 and I always do what??
Me: you always drag me into last minute plans
Brandi: but you know you love me! 😁
Me: ugh yea

Brandi finally arrives at my house and barges in because she practically lives there. "Girl why aren't you ready?!?" Brandi states loudly when she sees me. "but I am.." I answer back confused. "N-n-n-nooo Spence I am not letting you go out like that!" She says gesturing to me wearing baggy sweatpants, a big Panic! At The Disco concert shirt, old running shoes, no makeup and my hair pulled back in a messy bun. "What? I think it looks fine, you didn't tell me we were leaving anyway" I respond giving her an offended look "you 'think' it looks fine but it obviously does not" she says being really sassy. Before I could even say anything she blurts out "I'm giving you a makeover and then we're going to the mall to get outfits for the party!" She yells as she runs out to her car for her makeup bag and supplies.

Once she gets back in with a big bag  "ok, so I'm gonna do something simple right now but I'm also doing your makeup and hair for the party because I don't want you showing up looking like a bumm" she says while looking at me seriously. "ugh fiiinneee" I groan dramatically.
                   Time skip
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We arrive at the mall and go into a small clothing store and start looking. Immediately when walked in an outfit caught my eye. It was a pair of ripped jean shorts, a black crop top and a red flannel.

After Brandi had picked out her outfit, a completely rainbow outfit because she is very confident and open, we went and payed

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After Brandi had picked out her outfit, a completely rainbow outfit because she is very confident and open, we went and payed

After Brandi had picked out her outfit, a completely rainbow outfit because she is very confident and open, we went and payed

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Now it was time to go home and get ready.


Hey guys thanks for reading my first chapter! I hope it's not too bad, this chapter was a little boring but it will get interesting soon! I hope you all have a good day! ❤️🤞🏻

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