I walked down the corrdiors of our campus, classes were pretty easy today. I had a block schedule which meant I only had 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and advocacy today. I explained to my teachers, who most of them could care less. Not that I was a bad student, but teachers these days didn't seem to care about their students anymore, which makes sense. I mean I could care less about their home life too, right?
After traveling along the red and gold walls with "Stallions" written in cursive across them, I approached my locker. Opening up my lock with my key, I looked into the mirror I had put on the side of the maroon colored metal. I glanced at my reflection, pretty, I thought. I actually looked decent after a full day of school. I emptied the contants of my locker for the last time, threw away the few peices of grarbage that was within it, and shut my lock. Ready to head home, I turned the corner to see my best friends pounce on me..
"What the fuck guys! You could've killed me!" I growled!
"Oh calm the fuck down. Maybe if you weren't moving this wouldn't happen!" Emma screamed in my ear. I rolled me eyes. I was not in the mood to fight, anyways this could be our last normal day together. She saw my face fall into a sad, emotionless look. "I'm sorry Molls, I'm just going to miss you so much. You're the best of the best, what will we do now?"
I smiled at my best friends sincerity, "You'll show them what you're made of. You'll rule these halls, and you'll be the Emma Scarllett Rose I love to death." She chuckled.
"You always no what to say, don't you?" Cole smirked.
"Well you know apparently I am the 'best of the best'" I smirked over to Emma.
"YES YOU ARE!" They all screamed in unison.
"So...." Emma gave me a puppy dog look,
"What do you want this time you tramp? My hot bod!?" I said, while rubbing my hands up her thigh in a lesbian hooker way. No, I'm not a lezbehonest, I'm just that cool to act like one with my best friend.
"Of course, but I was meaning to say, PARTY? TONIGHT?" I was wondering what she had planned for me going away. I smiled to myself, thank god I have friends. Go out with a boom right?
"I guess, I mean I have to pack and-"
"NO BITCH NO YOU'RE GOING TO GET DRUNK AND HOOK UP WITH SO MANY GUYS. THIS IS YOUR LAST NIGHT!" She stopped me before I could finish.
"Haha," I laughed, "Right because boys like girls like me...." I smiled and started to walk away. They all followed me as I began my trail to my house.
"Molly," Cole said smiling
"Yesss?" I squeked my voice.
"If I wasn't in love with Stacy, I'd be all over you. Believe me, guys like you. You're not a slut, you're funny and sweet, you're incredibly smart. Even if you believe otherwise. And you're friends with everyone. Perfect girl to me, oh and did I mention you're stunning!?" I blushed, awh I have the best friends ever. WHO I AM FUCKING LEAVING.
"1. COLE YOU LOVE STACY!" Stacy blushed and Cole kissed her on her cheek. "2. you just gave me a major conifidence boost. And 3, Emma we are getting drunk as fuck tonight. FUCK MY PARENTS!" I screamed as an old lady gave me a glare across from the crosswalk. Language molly, language.
"PARTY AT MY HOUSE BITCHES. TELL EVERYONE!" She screamed as everyone began to take out thier phones. I looked over to Devin's phone as he type,
"Party at Emma's! 3467 Bright View Court! Bring the beer & bitches! This is a goodybye party for the AMAZING Molly O'Brien. She's moving to Ireland." He pressed send to all, and in an instant a message about my moving and a rave tonight was sent to over 300 numbers of students who attended our high school.
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Welcome to Mullinger Island
FanfictionMolly was just an average 16 old girl in California. Her life was perfect; she had many friends, the perfect wardrobe, and amazing house with the most spetacular view of the Pacific ocean. That was until her father, Mathew O'Brian is offered to beco...