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Julia: You can't wear the same black ragged sweatshirt you always do!! This is a sacred experience....YOUR FIRST PARTY!!My SL: What are you talking about? I've gone to plenty of parties.
Julia: Children's birthday parties at Chunky's Cheese from ten years ago doesn't count!
This has been going on for the past hour, me putting on an outfit and Julia and Ann vetoing them...I'm never going to see Athena Am I...?
So you admit it...You DO want to see her. You sly dog.
Yes, okay! I admit that I want to see Athena, the biggest mystery in my life at the moment. She's just so- so--
So what? So perfect, beautiful, hard to talk to? All girl's are those thing Tyler. But what is it about her?
Julia: How about this one?
Mary-Ann: Oooooooooooo! I like the pants, they're dark to match his style but the shirt is nicer than what he usually wears!
I whip myself back to the conversation at hand and shake my head vigorously no.
I'm not wearing my nice black pants to a high school party.
Mary-Ann: Alright, well then what about the outfit I picked out?
Wow. It wasn't even my style, but it was still pretty cool. A simple denim button up with tan jeans. I'd wear it.
I slowly shook my head yes, and Ann jumped in the air pumping her fists up and down like the Americans after D-day.
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D-Ding Dong
Mary-Ann: Oh come on! Even I know you just walk in, you don't need to ring the doorbell!
My SL: You're not even a senior, what are a=you doing here?
Mary-Ann: You think they really check that crap?
*Shoves school ID further into pocket*
My SL: No! I'm not that dumb...
Okay...maybe I really DON'T know how these things go.
But that's alright just find Athena.
Of course! Where is she?
I opened the front door only to be welcomed by the blaring tone of Drake, and Nicki Minaj...yay. My fav.
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General Fiction"Sitting in the waiting room is a girl, around my age, with brown hair and blue eyes. I stared at her as Julia and I waltzed through the office. She was staring out the window daydreaming I suppose, because the receptionist had to call her name a fe...