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Saturday.
I was at Amy's place as we usually stayed at each other's houses OK n weekends.We had a rota to avoid cheating cos if it was up to her, I would be the only one visiting.

We were working on an English Literature assignment which was a summary of Pride and Prejudice.

By we, I meant me. Amy couldn't care less about 'some dumb essay ' and she was sprawled on her bed filing away layers of nail cell.

"Owww!!! I broke a nail. That's the third in two weeks! Bad luck if you ask me. "

I made the biggest mistake of the moment and said "It'll grow back." At that she went paranoid.

"What do you mean? 'Course it'll grow back. But what'll I do while it's growing? These things, you think they little but they big! Little Big Things! Now imagine a company makes nail polish or rings wants to employ me. A look at these ugly nails will turn them off. And what if some hottie finds me and wants to hold my hand. Hell! He'd turn to stone after seeing these monstrous extensions of my body!"

I sighed. There was never a compromise with Amy. She could whine all day if you let her.

"Fine. They're ugly." I said trying to buy some peace. I was at a critical point in the book and I needed utmost concentration. With her complaining I would get nowhere. But she went on and on with no pity.

"You dare call my nails ugly. Yours, that's ugly.... " I stopped listening.

Sometimes I wondered how we stayed friends for so long. Amy had been my best friend since the third grade when she saved me from a group of mean little brats.
Ever since, I had been doing her homework as a sort of thank you gesture. I felt I owed it to her at least.

"So how's the essay coming? I'm positive it isn't hard work for you. Geek! " she sneered.

This was what I loved most about Amy. She could say anything to virtually anyone and get away with it. And she could sugar coat something offensive and make you accept it.

"You must remember I'm doing you a favor " I said.

"Yeah yeah, blah blah. Like I care. What's in a piece a' writing anyway? "

"I don't know. But you can find out by doing it yourself. " I knew how much she would hate that.

"Oh no I won't. That's why I gat my Krystal dearest to do it for me. " she said pulling me to her in a hug.

There was a knock on the door and an answer wasn't even given when it was opened. Amy's younger brother Bryson peeked in and announced, "Dinner in five minutes!"

"Bry, how many times have I told you this is my room and I expect you get permission before stepping in. "

"Whatever... " he said, rolling his eyes like any twelve year old would.

"Cheeky little brat!!! " she yelled. He just left without a care in the world.

She went back to her nails and her eyes suddenly went wide as she remembered something.

"By the way, you didn't give me the gist of your date with Dylan." she nugded me with her elbow and bounced her brows.

I winced. I had avoided the topic like the Plague but did I really expect her to forget?

"Nothing much", I shrugged , "he just said we should be friends is all. "

"What sorta person asks for friends? You go ahead n' make 'em. So much for the bad boy thing he gat about him," she scoffed, "And what did you do? I'm sure you only stared and nodded "

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