You know what? Finals physically hurt me. They actually suck.
Monday: I "studied" for exams and listened to Jesús pray that he passes all the tests. (but he's an atheist!?!)
Tuesday: I took two exams and managed to paint my nails in class without getting in trouble. I got an 89% on one and a 91% on the other test.
Wednesday: I barely passed two exams (73% and 82%) and I landed eight paper balls in Cade's hair (because he was the poor guy who sits in front of me in World History)
Thursday: I struggles through two exams (86% and 97%) even though I am emotionally wrecked and I ate eight bags of Doritos when I got home
Friday: I took the last exam (70%) and cried when it was all over because finals make me unstable. BUT it's finally summer! WOO HOO!
And as I left school for summer, I turned back to glance at the halls. Not out of sentiment, but out of accomplishment. I had made it through another year. And to celebrate this year, all of my friends were having a party. It's cliche, but I was kind of excited. The party was supposed to be at Cayden's house. For now, I needed to go home and get ready.
At my house, I put on old record in and tried to choose a comfortable outfit. After searching my clothes/dancing ridiculously to my music, I finally decided on a white sundress and black heels.
As I was looking in the mirror before I left, I was filled with hatred. My hair was too blonde, and my eyebrows weren't dark enough. My chest didn't have enough curve, and I had another hundred faults that I don't have time to point out.
As I was opening the door to my jeep, Devon ran out the front door. His brown hair was messy and his eyes looked worried. I bent down so I could actually be equal to him, "What's wrong?"
He complained, "You always ignore me because you have school and homework, but now you don't. And you still leave without telling me bye."
I looked at his stormy glare, and gave in, "Tomorrow, you and I can spend the day hanging out. Maybe we can go to the trampoline park?"
"Cool." He said pretending not to be that excited.
Then he went back inside, and I climbed into my jeep. HOLY FRICK FRACK! When I cut my music on, it was blaring out of my speakers. Oops. Guess I forgot to turn it down last time I listened to music.
I was one of the first at Cayden's house. So I got to experience the joy of helping set up. We put away all the breakable stuff, and put a cooler full of drinks in the living room. And he called his parents to make sure they wouldn't be back home until tomorrow night. Then we waited.
The first person to arrive was some pothead. I think his name is Johnson? Maybe? Anyway, he came with weed as a gift. Not too long after that my friends showed up and Wren came in last. Their were a few guests I didn't know that well, but I assume Cade did.
As I was sitting talking with Jesús, I heard a bunch of teenagers screaming at us. I stumbled over towards them. One girl shouted, "We're playing a drinking game. Wanna join?"
Before you start criticizing me for drinking underage, consider if you're actually gonna wait until you're 21 to drink. If so, congratulations on being a
good person. But I am most definitely not a good person. Turns out neither is Wren.
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Risking It
AksiWho the hell cares? Our main character here does. She cares a hell of a lot. Even if she pretends not to. She cares that she has a dumb name and that she can never seem to actually fit in. But she cares the most about the fact that she has never ev...
