I grab my bag and brush and head to the mirror. My long black hair - so tangly - so split. I downgrade myself all the time. I slowly brush my hair as Alex walks in the bathroom. She asks if I'm ready as she puts on her lip gloss. I nod my head and continue brushing my hair.
We leave the bathroom and head out the door, I had to be back by 12 knowing I was going to a party, I'd probably be home later. We get in the car and head towards the party. Me nervously shaking while thinking of all the people at the party, "What will they think of me?", "How do I look", "Am I weird". Millions of thoughts went through my head as anxiety starts to kick in.
We pull up to the party and I see a bunch of people outside. They seem to all be playing beer pong, (I hate beer). We get out the door and then.....
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