Bestfriends.
Thats what I would have called Gemma in the beggining of the day. But if you ask me who my best friend is now? I would have to say a drug addict.
Yes I know, shocker right? If you told me I would become besties with a drug addict a week ago, I probably would have laughed in your face.
So you are probably curious about the story of how a druggie became me buddy right?
Well here it is
_________________Earlier today______________________________________________________
"He played me" I mumbled as I walked to my next class. I was so pissed. My future husband just tricked me into doing his homework. And he is better than me in science!
"Ingrid wait up!" Someone screamed.
"Oh hell no! this shit is not happening again!" I thought as I startd picking up my pace.
"Ingrid!" The person screamed again. There voice sounding louder, and closer to me.
"GO AWAY PERSON I DONT KNOW!" I screamed as I started full on sprinting.
"WHAT THE FUCK INGRID! ITS ME ROSIE!" The mysterious Rosie said.
"I DONT KNOW A ROSIE!" I screamed as I ran torwards the stairs.
Its funny how alot of kids are in the halls, and all they are doing is staring and stepping out of my way.
"WE ARE IN P.E TOGETHER AND WE WERE IN THE NURSES BECAUSE WE BOTH GOT HIT IN THE HEAD BY EACHOTHER WHEN WE WERE PLAYING DODGE BALL!" Mysterious Rosie screamed again.
I kept running.
"ThATS WHAT THEY ALL SAY!" I screamed as I started running faster, eventually losing her.
"Finally" I muttered. I was so out of breath from that Rosie girl.
"Hey there"
Someone said out of nowhere. I jumped up in suprise.
"ANOTHER ONE?!?!" I screamed as I started backing up slowly.
"Geez relax, I am not trying to kill, kidnap, or rape you. I dont even know who the fuck you are." The person said.
I looked at him closely. He was very attractive. He had Blonde hair that was kind of in a quiff, he had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. They were better than Mr. Damiens. His nose was cute and pointy. And to top it off he had dark brown eyebrows. He was wearing a purple penguin shirt and a red band on his wrist. He was kindof cuter than Kyle. To bad he is kind of creepy.
"Well I can say the same to you" I snapped, still not trusting him.
"Hey girly, no need to get snappy with me" He said rolling his eyes.
I rolled my eyes back.
"Who are you?" I asked, not trying to get into a fight with anyone.
"Well dearie, I am the magical Zachary here to bring you to hogwarts." He replied, bowing down as if I was a queen.
I groaned
"Another Harry Potter fan?"
he just smirked and nodded
I sighed.
"How can you like that series? I tried reading it but I couldnt finish it" I explained as I sat down, leaning on the wall.
YOU ARE READING
Fourteen
Teen FictionFourteen-year-old Ingrid Roberts wants nothing more but for her last year in Middle School to be spectacular! But for Ingrid's poor luck, it ends up to be a hot mess with one of her closest friends turning on her, her parents planning on moving to L...