This is the story of a teenage girl named Brooklyn Kingsley, who has a LOT of trouble when it comes to finding the "perfect" guy because she is completely blind when it comes to this sort of thing, so her best friend, Gabriella Johnson, constantly h...
I woke up this morning in a bad mood, like, I felt like I was literally on the verge of killing someone, like, really truly hurti- Okay no, that's a bit overdramatic, but still. It was that bad.
I looked over at my night stand and picked up my glass of water, because for some reason I was super dehydrated. I was about to pick up my phone as well when it suddenly buzzed, causing me to spill some of my water in the process. _crap_. I quickly grabbed my phone wondering who was responsible for making me mess and when I checked, I wished that I hadn't. "Valentine's day chocolate special! Get 'em before they're gone! Don't forget to share them with that special someone!"
"Are you serious??" I muttered to myself, mentally face-palming. February's only just begun and they're already advertising that stupid holiday? Um, no honey, no.
Valentine's Day is literally the worst day of the year! I can't stand it! Why, you ask? Well, duh! Who wants to constantly be around PDA? Not me, that's for sure. Like, we get it. You're in a relationship, but please. Keep it to yourself! Yuck.
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It's especially worse at my school, St Alexias High School. Literally EVERYWHERE you go, there's a couple either: exchanging gifts, holding hands, flirting, or making out. Double yuck.
The popular girls always gushed and squealed on Valentine's day. I remember last year when Audrey Price got a really expensive gift from her boyfriend and she was all like, "Aww, I can't believe Freddy got me a diamond ring!" Like what are you? Getting married. Poor Freddy. What a waste of cash. Anyhoo, they broke up after about three months later. Word is Audrey pawned the ring for around five hundred bucks.
But you see, even though one couple died, there were fifty more waiting to take it's place.
That is the type of thing that made me wanna barf. I mean, could they at least show everyone else some respect and go do their "business" someplace private?? Or somewhere that I'm not.
Everyone's brains always turned to goo on Valentine's Day and it then seemed like the only rational person around other than me would be my best friend, Gabriella. Yep, two out of two thousand... Not bad, not bad.
Anyway, after my rant I started getting ready for school, not really caring what I wore, because... well, it's school and there's literally no one that I was trying to impress. When I was finally done I picked up my cellphone and texted Gabriella.
