Lanee was of course, laughing the crap out of her self. Not wanting her to make a fool out of me, I grabbed my best friend's shirt collar, and kissed him.
It was horrible.
It was like kissing your brother on the mouth. Disgusting. Jimmy didn't seem to give a crap, because he had his arms around comfortably my waist after about a minute and a half.
Wait, what?
I pushed him off of me, gagging. "That was terrible."
"That sucks, Miss Daisy, because you were only making out for a minute and forty five seconds." Lanee said.
"WHAT!? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?"
"Yep, and since you were the one who broke off, you have to do a dare."
"ARE YOU-"
"NOW, I dare you..." she interrupted. I growled."to go let your hair down, curl it, put on your Snowball dress, and post it on Instagram, saying you need a date for Snowball."
I gulped and glared at her. The "Snowball" was a dance at our school, that was basically like a prom in December. How she knew I didn't have a date, I would never know. Before she could yell at me, I got up and stormed to my room.
My Snowball dress was the first one that wasn't a hand-me-down. It was bright green and poofy, like a princess's. It didn't have sleeves, which sucked in December. I put it on and took my hair down. I did not curl it, as much as Lanee hated me for it. Grabbing my phone off of the dresser, I took a picture and put it on Instagram, comment what Lanee told me to. Once I was finished, I took of the dress and replaced it with baggy sweat pants and a camisole.
"Did you do it?" Lanee asked as I walked back out. There was a beep from Lanee's phone. "Yep, you did!" She squealed. There was a beep from my phone- Wait, no, about thirty beeps all around the same time. One was from my mom. The other 29 were from Instagram comments. Dang.
I looked at the one from my mom. It read:
Lily i have to work late 2nite i wont be home untill tomorow afternoon will u and ur friends be ok? the boys can stay over but if anyone does anythung oit of order i will ship all u of to military camp 4 six years.
Okay. One: Nice spelling mom. Two: OMG MY FRIENDS GET TO STAY OVER YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Little did I know I was about to change my aditude.
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Teen FictionLilly goes to Allen High. It's the normal crap; morons, jocks, nerds, beauty/drama queens and ect. I really don't know what else to write. Ah, well, who needs a bio when you're just gonna read the book anyway.
