Rhiannon’s POV
This weekend will change my life. But I didn’t know that. Oh, I am a Rhiannon, just a normal teenage girl. Well I like to think that anyway. This weekend I was having a sleepover with my best friend, Ricki. Ricki has brown hair down to her bellybutton, bluey-green eyes and is very pretty and also she is really tan. We were having a little sleepover because we had been friends for 5 years today. We met in grade 7 when she moved to my school and we instantly became friends.
You probably want to know who I am. I am Rhiannon Walker. At 17 years of age at school completing grade 12. I live in Melbourne, Australia with my mum and younger twin brother and sister. I have longish blonde hair with blue eyes. I have fair skin, some say I am pretty but I don’t believe them.
*Beep-Beep* It was just a text from Ricki. “Mum, Ricki is just getting her stuff then she will be here.” I shout out. Ricki and I planned to just chill this afternoon after school, movie marathon tonight and then shopping tomorrow. *Ding-Dong* “I’ll get it!” I announce walking to the door. “Hey-Hey!” Ricki say excited for the sleepover. “Come in and let’s have some fun,” I say pumped. We both go straight to my room.
“So, what do you want to do?” I ask.
“Doesn’t bother me, I just want to have fun,” Ricki answers, “YouTube some funny shit?” I open my laptop and look at the popular videos. “Click on that one!” Ricki say point to the screen. “This one, the cinnamon challenge with Teddy?” I assure. She nods. We both enjoyed this video. “Look Ricki, these boys have other videos too,” I share. “We got to watch them,” Ricki says excited.
The Janoskian boys are so funny. Nicki and I watch all of their video for the rest of the afternoon. Luke, Skip, James, Beau and Jai. These boys are the funniest people in Melbourne. Amazing.
“Do you want pizza? We’ll get it delivered,” I suggest. “Okay,” Ricki answers.
*Ding-Dong* I walk out and open door. “Here is your pizza’s,” the pizza delivery guy said handing me 2 boxes. “It is $20,” I open up the pizza and look at it. “Umm, this isn’t the right pizza’s.” I explain. “We order 1 Cheese and 1 Hawaiian. Not chicken.”
“Oh. Sorry, I will have to go get your pizza. I will only be 10 minutes,” says the delivery guy.
*Half an hour later*
*Ding-Dong.*
“Here is the pizza,” the delivery guy says, “and that is $20.” I grab the pizzas and say, “You think we are going to pay for these. First you gave us the wrong pizza and didn’t even care, made us wait another half an hour to actually get the right ones and then you ask us to pay. We aren’t paying. Bye-Bye!” I slam the door closed in his face.
“Well that was entertaining,” Ricki says from behind me.
“Yes. I am hilarious.” I say with a cheeky smile.
“At least we go the pizzas now,” Ricki says hungry. We go back in my room and eat the pizzas. “Oh my god, we actually ate all of both pizza! We are such fatty’s,” Ricki screams. “Are you serious? We are going to be so fat.” I say shocked. At 10 o’clock on a Friday night we start run around inside the house. We are both screaming ‘Have to exercise. Can’t get fat.’ After a while of run I was tried. “Must lay down.” I yell puffing. “AHHHH!!” I scream. I fell; well I tripped over my own feet. “What happened?” Ricki shouts run to me. “I tripped over my own feet.” I say laughing. We both just start pissing our self’s laughing. “Are you serious?” Ricki yells, “You’re such a clumsy person.” “Yeah, I know!” I say. And we both say laughing again.
