So far, my weirdest dream I have ever had was the one I had today. Something was bothering me and for once, I didn’t know what to do about it. School passed in a blur, and I couldn’t focus in class. All I could think about was that mysterious woman in the limo. And for some reason, I think I know her.
On my way to the car rider line, a few of the girls who called me and them “besties” caught up with me. (Just so you know, they are the annoying acquaintances.)
“Heeey BFF! How ya doing?” one of them asked me. Yah right. We are sooooo best of the friends that I didn’t even bother to remember their names. The only reason why I didn’t say I didn’t know when their birthdays were was because they made sure that I knew. But guess what? Those nasty airheads are going nowhere near my bank account! The only reason (well, maybe there's more) why I don’t like them is because they’re like really mean to people. They’re like the big bullies that think they can control everything and everyone in their paths because most of the people at school know them. Well they acknowledged their existence pretty clear by picking on at least one person every single day.
“Sorry, I’m not really in the mood today. Bye.” I replied. I always say "bye" to them, never "see you later" since I don't want to see them later. Just when I was about to make a run for it, another girl grabbed on to me. Her shiny, red nails digging into my skin. I bit down on lip to stop myself from crying out.
“We were about to tell you about Chelsie’s sleep over today. You, of course, are invited.” The other girls bobbled their heads in agreement. “So anyway, you’re probably wondering: ‘why have parties with nothing special to celebrate’. WELL…we figured since you got so dis-included from our group, we would LOVE to get to know each other a little better. That way, you'll join in the fun.” She said that with jazz hands at the end, and just as I thought I was free, she gripped on to me again. “So what do you say?”
“I said I wasn’t in the mood. Good bye.” I yanked my arm out of the girl’s painful grip and jogged to the front of the school.
The other girls looked at one another, giving each other their famous mean girl looks and shrugs, then walked away.
Just how long do I have to put up to those amateurs? I thought as I got in the only limo in the line.
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Teen FictionDiary entry found by the IPC on August 23, 2000: I don't have much time left, but there's something I need to write down before--never mind. You know how they say secrets were meant to be hidden for a reason? They weren't lying. At least, not that t...
