Girls with Pride

Chapter One

We all have moments in our life which we'd love to just erase, right? Right? Please say yes, don't want to be the only one.

Although, 'moments' might be... stretching it a bit for me. Mine are more like, well, months. 5.359 months (and counting) to be precise.

What? I'm just being specific, that's all.

But I'm sure that's just me, I mean how many people would want to get rid of 6 months-ish- of their life? Now I'm thinking about it, probably quite a few.

Woah. I'm not a complete weirdo. Who knew?

Anyway, I'm getting off topic -sorry about that- assuming you're still here, I'm going out on a limb and guess you want to hear my story. Ooooh dramatic, isn't it?

If not, bye peeps! Adios amigo, Au revoir!

I'm not kidding, scramble.

Gone?

Good.

Now we can carry on, let's go, allons-y good god I'm on a roll. I might as well be bilingual. Ha. I made myself laugh.

Ugh that's just depressing.

In short, the last 6 months or so have been, how can I put it?

Eeeerrrmmm...... oh right! Hell. That's it, they've been quite literally hell on earth.

Why? I hear you cry (if not, rude) and I'll tell you why.

Actually, screw this, if you want to hear some of my story you can hear the whole damn thing.

Don't be lazy, it'll be fun!

Good luck reader, guess I'll see you on the other side.

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6 months earlier

'Hey Alex!' I turned around only to be attacked the blue-eyed ball of (manic) energy I'd come to call my best friend.

'Jesus Paige, are you trying to kill me?' I clutched my heart in mock shock, laughing and rolled my eyes over at Bella and Grace who were laughing uproariously at my current predicament.

Eventually escaping the grasp of the dragon, I made my way over to my friends and sat down before I could be attacked again.

'Jeez guys, thanks for I help' I said sarcastically.

'Sorry, it was too funny, your face when she...when she...' Grace managed to stutter before dissolving into laughter once again.

Chuckling, I turned away from the table and caught sight of myself in the billboard opposite.
Grimacing, I eyed the board with distaste (I mean who wouldn't, a poster on HEALTHY eating!) at my reflection in it.
Honest as I was, I couldn't say I exactly loved the way I looked truthfully; I had dark brown hair up to around my shoulders and green eyes which were framed by my thick, black glasses which gave me the slight appearance of a bug.

Nice, I know.

Most people would say I was quite *cough* very *cough* small.
Generally, I didn't hate my appearance, but I just wish my hair wasn't so LONG.
I would love it if I had short hair, but if I got it cut it would be obvious that I was about as straight as a bracket (example).

'ALEEEEXXXXX! ARE YOU ALIVE? GUYS I THINK SHE'S DEAF!' I was awakened from my thoughts by Jess screeching and waving a hand in front of my face.

My head shot up and soon I realised the whole table was staring at me.
'What was that Jess? I couldn't quite catch it.'