This is just my second story, no judge. But feedback would be helpful
Xx,
-Charchar
I had dreamed of the moment for years. The chance to be the oldest and envied by youngsters. But obviously this isn't my dream. Instead here I am, in my car, panicking. Why can't this be like high school musical? ( and now I'm making a comparison between Charles Benedict high (CBH) to High school Musical?!!) When I had moments like this I liked to call my best friend Emma Carington, she always knew how to calm me down when I had these freak outs. Emma and I had been inseparable since our first class together in grade (geography! ). It was odd how are friendship was formed..
- " Hey " I heard an angry voice from behind me I turned around to see a girl a little shorter then me with red hair down to her ribs, obviously dyed.- " Yah you, I can't see over your big head"
- " You'll be able to hear thanks to those huge ears" I answered back at her, her scowl turned into a smug smile.
- " I like you " she then glanced back down which meant the end of our conversation. At lunch that day, we sat outside and talked about pretty much everything. After a week, all our secrets were out, and no secret was left untold.
But right now Emma wasn't answering her phone, probably because it was 5:30 AM. Now, I know what your thinking; What??? She said she was in her car and I am, in my car, at 5:30 AM. I had been up with Jeff, my university helper person all night. Now don't get any ideas, Jeff was 75 with a shaggy white beard that was never cut evenly, and a beer belly. Graduation was 4 months away, and I still had no university, I had gone through was seemed like ten but was actually just three university helper people that were supposed to help you find your university and other stuff but so far, none had given me anything. So much for the help. So I was in my car, sleep deprived at 5:30 AM freaking out because I didn't have any clue about my future and my best friend wasn't anwsering her phone, and so I was also lacking positivity. Great way to start the week!
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Stressed but well dressed
Teen FictionI had been up with Jeff, my university helper person all night. Now don't get any ideas, Jeff was 75 with a shaggy white beard that was never cut evenly, and a beer belly. Graduation was 4 months away, and I still had no university, I had gone throu...