After school I came home, neither of my parents were home, probably them at bars or something. I went to the fridge, and got out a water bottle. I figured I would text troy just to say hi. Troy and I used to be friends, then middle school happened, we went our separate ways, he was a jock, and I was a nobody. So I texted him...
"Hey."
"Hi.... who is this?"
"Miranda."
"Miranda..?who."
"Nirvana sweatshirt, beat Diana's ass."
"Oh you😂 she deserved it."
"Why do you think she slapped me very lightly?"
"😳."
"What?"
"Nothing. do you wanna come over today, and hang out?"
"Umm sure. why not?"
"Cool."
"Cool."
"Bring your bathing suit. I just got a new pool." that's when the worry hit me. I was so confident that day, then bam insecureitys went bam in my face.
"Umm ok."
"Is that ok?"
"Yeah. it's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Ok."
"K:)"
"See you in ten?"
"Yup." I hurried to the bathroom, put on my waterproof mascara, and lipgloss. I grabbed my bathing suit, which was kinda SLUTY but idc.
I grabbed my purse and put some money in my black skinny jeans I was now wearing. I grabbed my keys, and walked out the door. I put my nirvana cd in the cd holder or whatever, and put on From the song nevermind from the 5.3 Album. I drove to troys house, and was there in 5 min. I knocked on his door, and Troy answered.
"Hey." he said while giving me a hug, while I inhaled his hollister smell.
"Hey."
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~sorry cliffhanger whoops. bye.
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Social casualty
Ficção GeralCould Miranda's life get any worse? With all the hate, and rude comments about her? Could it get worse? Or could it get better? Could she just be in a nightmare that will never end? Like a pit of darkness inside of her, pounding on her chest, saying...
