The Untold Truth...

Smoothies

Looks like you wanna know more. Ok. My life wasn't always bad. In fact I had a best friend. Hanna. We had the kind of friendship everyone wished they could have. We were inseparable. Everyday, after school, we would go to the café and order smoothies. We would always get the same thing. We would catch up and talk about everything. That's where we met. But that irrelevant. I still remember the waitresses face when we would order the same thing over and over again. We wouldn't care. We would laugh and move on with our lives. We would talk about school, homework, boys (irrelevant) and a bunch of crap that you probably don't care about. One day we decided to expand the squad. We were laughing when we saw a boy. He was on our year. You could tell he was dying inside, lost in algebra. We decided to bring him back to Earth. We ditched our table and slammed our drinks onto his so he could hear us. His face was priceless! He was so confused. We stole his books and sat down. Introducing ourselves. He looked quiet, but he had a loud personality. His name was Alex by the way, forgot to mention that. We even bought him our exact smoothie as a token of our friendship (he's more of a coffee guy but he still needs to get a smoothie so...). Ever since, we would go to the coffee shop together as a three and drink smoothies... this was when life was good. When I was happy. Then everything changed.

Note: this is more of a happy chapter but everything changes soon.