Wallflower: one who stands to the side during social events. Noun.
Violet's POV
"come on! One party!" My friends Sierra and Francesca says. "No! You guys always leave me to get drunk!" I exclaim. "Pfft what? No!" they say looking away. I roll my eyes and add "I just want to get high school over with."
"Live a little" Francesca adds. I sigh. "No. That's my final answer" I say crossing my arms. "Please? I'll bye you whatever you what!" Francesca exclaims. "No. I will not let you bribe me" I yell. "We won't leave your side" Sierra promises. I sigh again. I have too. They won't leave me alone if I don't. "Fine! If you leave my side I'm killing you" I say giving them evil eyes. "Yay!" They exclaim.
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"Oh where this" Francesca exclaims. Holding up and black dress that is mid thigh. " no." I state. "This?" She try's again. This time, she is holding a pair of skinny jeans and a crop top. I sigh. "I guess" when I try it on Sierra throws my hair up into a bun and puts some shades on. "Ready" the ask. I nod and walk down stairs. "Wow! You look smokin!" my older brother Matthew whistles. I glare at him and he rolls his eyes. "What's the occasion?" he asks. "Party" I mumble. "Okay, you have my number and call me and I'll be over there in two point three seconds " he says kissing my forehead. I roll my eyes and head to the car. Boy this would be a night.
