West Brooke High

7

10 minutes later and I... well Ive sorta calmed down. Ashley actually went to get
Arron and I water and everyone else was like WTAF. Tears officially escape my eyes. Luckily I took all my makeup off so I didnt need to worry about makeup running down my face.

Liam gave me a huge grin. Its screams, "YEAH SHIT BAGS THATS MY SISTER RIGHT THERE" No doubt about it, hes always been proud of me, even in the most weirdest situations. Once, we were at a charity ball and I started break dancing to a slow dance song, well I didnt have a date because Ive always loved my independence and he was hella proud. He left his date and started break dancing with me, which made the dead and boring charity ball a whole lot better.

I wiped the tears away from my face and looked at Arron, who started laughing again and so I began to laugh again. The laughing fit eventually died out. We looked around the room and saw everyone looking at us and I could see that people were smiling. It was either because we had a contagious laugh, or because they adored our friendship, or because we grew antennas and spoke a language from a distant planet and they were trying to be nice by smiling. I shall stick with the third option.

My eyes met with Chloe's and immediately I could feel her intense gaze seep into my soul and with one quick snatch, ripped it out of my body. I smiled at her and then looked back down. Just because she looks scary doesn't mean she actually scares me. OK, maybe a little. But she does have them eyes where you feel like shes about to murder you and dump your body in the river. Kinda like Riverdale.

I looked up again, and saw Caleb and Alex having a stare off. Wow. This just screams "cliche". Two bad boys having a stare off. Only one thing is unclear. Why were they having a stare off? I look towards Grace and Ashley and their expression reads the same thing. Confusion. Arron and Chris seemed totally cool and normal. They knew something we didn't. To be fair, Ashley, Grace and I had secretes the boys would never know off. Its not like im going to be like, "Hey, umm, I havent been on my periods for over a month, what do I do?" or ANY period or girly talk what so ever.

"Wellll..." I am trying my hardest to break this awkwardness but then everyone looks at me

Right now, in "the den" there are roughly 19 people apart from me. All 19 people look in my direction. WHY? Im a socially awkward, goofy teenager. At this moment in time, I need to use my drug dealer side to take away this weird atmosphere.

"Are we just gonna look at me, because I know Im worth it" I say as I try to imitate the Loreal advert by flipping my hair, which is currently in a high pony, and continue to say, "and gorgeous" I say sarcastically, "or, are we gonna do what we came here for and have a PARRTTTYY?" I say and nearly everyone cheers.

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After a few games, I can see that nearly everyone is drunk. Luckily for me, I am and always will be the master of games, so I am fully sober. The thing about getting people drunk, is that now i can slip out of the den, go to my room and play video games.

I make my way up my room, which was a struggle because even though it is 3 in the morning, people are still getting drunk, dancing..doing..stuff..I guess.

Let me give you a tour of my room, seen as I have time.

My room is grey, black and white. These three colours make sure that any other colours, around the room, pop out. On the left hand side, I have my collection of skate boards hung on the wall. My favourite skate board is the mint green one. As you walk further along, you have my TV and gaming set. Next to that is my walk in closet. Right opposite my TV is my bed, my very messy bed, and a couch is right in front of my bed and a few bean bags. The fairy lights, hanging over my bed, sometimes helps me sleep at night because when I switch off the main lights and when the fairy lights illuminate my room, all I can think about is hope. Hope that one day, everything will be right and normal. Towards the left side of my bed, is my bathroom. Toward the right of the bed, is a collection of Polaroid pictures above my nightstand. The wall near the window has my desk and laptop etc. Majority of it is school stuff and books. But two shelf, in particular, is especially important to me. A shelf full of my mums journals. The shelf below that- my journals. The wall nearer to the door is full of frames and pictures and a world map and some of my DIY creations. As you can see, I have a few fake plants, which just really adds to my room.

I quickly get out of my day time clothes and put on a comfortable pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. After that, I switch on my Xbox and see the titles come up. Today's game is, "Call of Duty". I am a master at this game.

Around 15 minutes after I start playing, I hear a knock on my door. I left my door unlocked, only because I know for a fact that 99% of the people still here have already passes out, so I just answered the call my saying, "Come in". I mean, I am not leaving MY game to answer the door for anyone.

And in walked the two people I dread. The Joker and Harley Quinn themselves. Can my life get any worse?