"So then she was like, 'Seriously. We. Are. Over.' and she stormed out of the room, just like that! He was heartbroken," Harriet gushed. For some reason, she believed there were several things best friends should tell each other. One was the latest gossip.
"Yeah, that's great, H, did you do the physics homework?" I asked, desperately trying to change the subject as I shoved some books in my bag. Harriet grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
"Laura, how does this stuff not interest you?! It's only the break-up of the year!"
"Yes, you're right, H, I have such a pathetic life that I have to fill it with crap from other peoples'," (Note the sarcasm). I shrugged her hands off and slammed my locker shut.
"Fine, fine, I was just trying to keep you updated. We'll have no access to this kind of stuff all summer, remember?"
"Well, thanks, but I really don't care." She rolled her eyes at me and nudged my shoulder, smiling.
"I'll see you at the airport at 7am. Have fun in history," she chirped as she skipped down the hall.
"Bye!" I yelled, laughing to myself. She was a crazy kid, but I loved her.
Only Spanish and Chemistry stood before me and the Summer Holidays.
Bring it.
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The Calm Before the Storm
Short StoryLife is pretty good for Laura Cook. She lives a normal life in a semidetached house in Brighton, with a normal family and a best friend. She's never been jealous of the "populars", because boys aren't high up her list of priorities. Her family and f...
