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Christmas Special: Boris

𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵: 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 - 𝓜𝓻. 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮

You walk with your close friend down the halls, exchanging laughs and jokes as you two continuously try to stop but ultimately failing.

By some miracle, you manage to do it; still chuckling every now and again. "A-anyways, girl, we got to do some talking." Your friend, the long curly jet black haired hoe like princess stated as she wipes away the tears. "Oh good lord, whatever will it be miss oh mighty coffee queen Fiona?"

She snorted. "Shut up. But like, I heard from Francine that sis," She scoffs and does her imitating- kind of insulting- 'white girl voice', as she typically calls it. "that you have a thing for Boriiis." She accompanies this joke with body gestures. Emphasizing the words with her mouth, moving her head a lot, and doing the 'salt' action with her hands.

You snickered before blushing. "Yeah it's true. I like him, like, a lot." She dramatically gasps before laughing, catching nearby attention. "Oh sis that tea is spilled." She chuckled as she swings an arm around you. "Well then, let's get that ugly ass of yours back to my crib and get you sorted out." You look at her with a face unable to be explained by words. "Fiona nobody uses the word crib anymore."

"Shut up let me live my life."

"Fiona you're- we're- twelve. We have plenty of time to do that."

"Yeah, so? I like to spend all my time enjoying my life on this miserable planet."

"Aren't you immortal tho?"

"Yeah. So? Jealous?"

"If it means living with you forever then no, not quite."

"Touchè."

-

You groan as you roll out of bed. These projects are getting worse and worse by each passing week. Finals are coming up, personal problems are getting worse, being cautious about your health and so many more. Damn. It's only been five years since you were just entering your teenage years but it already feels like a decade. It's amazing how things can change so quickly over the years.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. You groaned. "I look horrible." You felt many mixed emotions. Anger, sadness, fear, regret; a lot of things. You wanted to go back to a time in where things were simpler. Where you didn't have to shame yourself in front of the mirror everytime you passed by it. You were always excited by the fact that you would be living in a dorm in order to attend the best school. But now that you're actually there; it sucks. Its lonely.

But you can put all of that stuff away now because it's CHRISTMAS.

You attempted a small smile at yourself. You read somewhere that by doing so, you're letting your brain think positively. In other words, it helps you to be happy. It made you feel better. A little bit only no doubt, but better nonetheless.

-

You arrive at the Christmas Exhibit your school decided to hold. It was filled with projects that were made by the students; all of Christmas theme. There was the manger, a rotating christmas tree in the middle, multiple statues of Santa Claus and some of biblical figures and many more. You took some pictures, some of yourself too. Because like what your friends say, especially that red eyed chick whom you've known since fourth grade and you're still close to today and possibly the rest of your life,

"Take a good looking picture everyday. So instead of comparing
yourself to those other hoes, and feeling worse about yourself, you can compare yourself to the you you were yesterday. It makes you appreciate the little things and helps you see whatever flaw you might've had in not feeling good compared to today. Ya feel me? Wait are you even understanding me? Or is this a whole new language to you? Uh hello?"