𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮
"So? Belle, this is your eighteenth birthday we're talking about for fucks sake." My best friend yelled. "Please tell me you don't really wanna just stay in, doing nothing?"
"We wouldn't be doing nothing," I protest. "We'd be watching horror movies." I went through my locker, looking for my math book.
"But we do that every year for your birthday." She whined.
"And for your birthday we always do the same thing."
"Uh, no we don't.."
"Every year since we've been friends, we'd always go camping with your family." I say finding my book and shoving it in my bag.
"Because it's tradition! If you didn't enjoy it, you didn't have to come." She crossed her arms.
I rolled my eyes at the brunette in front of me. "And horror movie marathons are our tradition."
"No, I refuse." Mo leaned back onto the locker beside mine.
"Fine, what do 𝓎𝑜𝓊 wanna do for 𝓂𝓎 birthday?" I ask, emphasizing the words 'you' and 'my.'
Once those words left my mouth, Mo grinned from ear to ear. "Two words; Let's. Party."
"Uh, no thank you." I decline, leaning against my locker, checking the time on my phone.
"Oh come on. We're seniors now and we still have yet to go to a party. This is our chance!" Mo grabbed onto my arm, begging. "Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.."
She's not going to give up until I say yes.
"Fine!" I sigh, giving in. "We'll have a party. But where? My dad will kill me if it's at my house."
"No need to worry Bella Bear," She booped my nose. "I'll take care of everything. All you have to do is show up and look hot." With that, the bell rang.
"Okay, just keep it small alright?" I told her as she backed away from where we were.
"No promises!" She yelled back as she rounded the corner.
I scoffed to myself before walking the opposite way to my first hour.
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I never understood math. All the different numbers and outcomes made me stress way too much. Math is the number one cause of my breakdowns. Mental and emotional.
We were currently taking notes on the pythagorean theorem or something like that. I'm not really sure. To be honest I'm not really paying attention.
I don't know how long I've been zoned out, but i was snapped out of my thoughts by the blonde girl in front of me.
"Do you mind?" She asked. It was then I realized I had been tapping my pen against my notebook.
I muttered a 'sorry' as she turned back around. After that little encounter, I went back to daydreaming.
At this point there was no use in trying to pay attention to what was going on. I knew I was gonna fail this unit anyway.
