Chances of That

Flip It and See

I stare at him for a while longer as he opens the trunk of his mums car and begins unloading what i'm guessing is his stuff.

He just completely ignores me and walks up his driveway and into his house.

I have to admit, I am a little taken aback by his actions ... and his looks! I mean, what happened to the weedy 8 year old kid who used to get bullied so easily, and who would never be so rude as to not even say hello to someone!

I pull out my daddy's 2p coin from my trouser pocket and flip it in the air, asking which, of two options in my head, should I take.

Heads, or tails?

I watch it fall to the ground and land on heads.

So i pick the bouncy ball up from where I dropped it off the tree earlier, walk round the side of the house and throw the ball so hard that it smashes Peter's bedroom window.

He looks out his window like I'm deranged, but i stare him down. Looking at him with anger and fire in my eyes until he looks kind of scared of me.

Then I turn on my heel and stomp into my house ready to start preparing myself for Mike's party tonight.

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I knew that in order to get to Mine and Olive's meeting place, I had to leave my house at 7:45.

At 7:30, I could see that this was not going to happen.

Let me explain. . . When one is head cheerleader, one is looked upon as a role model of sorts. For instance, whatever I end up wearing tonight, will be what everyone will be wearing to the next party. I must be one step ahead, at all times. My hair must be pristine, my nails must be manicured to perfection, my skin must be positively glowing. If this doesn't happen, I will be discarded like a mouldy fruit that was found at the bottom of the fruit bowl in the kitchen. And i will NOT let that happen.

So i work through my fury towards Peter and try to get everything done as quickly as possible.

I text Olive saying that I'm not likely to be even leaving my house till 8:15 and she replies assuring me that she was never gonna be ready on time anyway. So with one problem sorted, i tackle my hair.

20 minutes later, it's perfection. I've brushed, straightened, joojed, moussed, tousled, sprayed. It looks flawless, in all it's natural blonde perfection. My slightly tanned skin on my face has been lightly covered in foundation and I've outlined my eyes using black eyeliner, quite heavy mascara and grey, metallic eyeshadow. My full lips have a hint of gloss on them and I admire my handy work in the mirror. I went from looking really lame and angry, to looking gorgeous! I then have to tackle my wardrobe.

After throwing half the contents on the floor, trying on my new dress 5 times amongst other outfits, I decide to wear my new dress. It's strapless, red and reaches to just above my knee. It hugs my figure the whole way down and it has bleck sequins stiched in random places all over it.

I slip on my quite high black wedges and make my way downstairs to tell mum that I'm ready for her to drop me at Mike's. I text Olive saying I'm on my way and to meet me there. I grab my black leather jacket and head out in my mum's car.

When we pull up outside Mike's house, I can already see naked girls running around in his front garden and people puking everywhere.

My mum looks worried, but i give her a kiss on the cheek and assure her that everything's fine, and I'll be home between 1 and 2 ish.

I wait around outside Mike's for about 10 minutes before i phone Olive to find out where she is. When suddenly she shows up right infront of me.

"Dude, where you been?" I ask as we walk hand-in-hand towards the house.