Alex, Bailey, Hazel, Jay, and Axel go through a journey. The journey of life. It has good and it has bads. They go through series of events and have to live with it. As hard as it may be though. They are friends. They are together. And they get hurt...
"Alex, are we going to the party or not?" asks my best friend, Bailey. She's been with me for God knows how long, and now we share a house with our best friend, Hazel.
I sighed. "For the last time, Bailey. Yes. We are going to the party." I giggled at how much I've said it. "Well then get off your lazy butt and get dressed." she says. "You both get dressed, too." I say as get up and look at her and Hazel.
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(me)
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(Hazel)
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(Bailey)
I go to my closet and pick out my clothes and shoes. I go to the bathroom and do my make up and hair.
-15 minutes later-
Once I step out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go, we all leave for the party. The party is at one of our friend's house, so we each take our own car. Bailey and Hazel ride together in Bailey's Huracan, and I ride in my Huracan.
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(blue for Bailey)
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(red for Alex)
"Everybody ready?" I ask as I look back at Bailey and Hazel. They nod and we head to our cars and drive off.
-45 minutes later- We arrive at the girl's house and park and get out our cars. "Well, we're here," I say as I walk up to Bailey and Hazel.
"Let's party!" Bailey says as we walk to the front door. Hazel and I laugh as we get to the front door. I knock, and the door opens to a boy about my age.
