Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun!
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Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.
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Thursday, November 1st
{Dahlia's POV} ••••••••••••••••••
"I can't believe you're trying to convince me to go to another party when you're literally still hungover from the last one," I mumbled as I placed my phone between my head and my shoulder. "Wasn't last night enough for you?"
"Everyone's gonna be there!" She whined. "And I have the perfect outfit! If I don't go to the party then I don't know where else I'd wear it."
"Sounds like a you problem."
"Dahlia—" I heard her a thud and a grunt before she continued. "I'm on my way to your house right now and we're going to pick out what you're gonna wear Saturday—"
"What was that noise?" I asked curiously.
"Well, I'm taking the shortcut to your house so I had to hop a few fences—oh shit! When did Mr. Watson get a dog?!"
"Oh, you better be careful, I don't think that dog's had its shots yet." I told her as I sat down on my bed and began petting Prince Styles. I grinned as he purred and rubbed up against my hand.
There was a long stretch of silence and I heard her feet pounding against the ground as she ran for her life. After a while, I heard some ruffling and then a bang. I jumped as I turned to look out my window and saw she'd climbed a tree and was waiting for me to let her in.
"Why didn't you just use the front door? It's already unlocked and everything." I snickered.
"I had to get away from the damn dog! Let me in!" She demanded. I hung up the phone and went over to open the window. She ungracefully fell in, grunting as she hit her head. I'm not sure how this girl isn't brain damaged yet, but I guess I'm glad she's not. "This is probably gonna be the last party anyone's having for a while. We need to go to it!" She pouted as she slowly pulled herself up and then rubbed her head. "Do you have some ibuprofen?"
