Monday, October 22,
Okay, the big thing that happened today is that Mary and I got in this big "fight" with Jenna... we don't see any big deal with anything, but Jenna decided that Mary and I did.
So I will now tell you what happened (if anything did).
So we- and by that I mean, Ginger, Summer, Jenna, Mary, some of Ginger's friends, and me- were playing this 4 square game, and a really stupid one at that. It was a version that when the ball came to you, you would have to pretend to be a celebrity, or make a fashion pose.
I played for a few minutes, but eventually got bored, Mary was standing on the side looking all bored because she didn't want to play, so I said, "I don't want to play this anymore," and walked over to Mary, who grabbed my hand and we ran over to the tree laughing at our goofy-ness. Yeah, okay, sounds like something from a teen fiction story, but, I am a teen, so don't judge us. I heard Jenna call my name and looked over, but I didn't call anything back.
Mary and I did this weird thing that is trying to touch the other person while holding their hand, Mary won the two times we played.... but that's because she has probably been playing it for awhile, while this was my first time.
So, Mary and I didn't see that we were or even could have been doing anything wrong, in fact we weren't doing anything wrong, we were just hanging out, but it seems to me, that Jenna just doesn't like it when Mary and I hang out.
When I got home she was drilling me on Facebook, and since I was also talking to Mary, I knew she was drilling Mary as well. I told her the truth, so now she's not that mad at me, but I know she's still really mad at Mary. Sigh, I can't even begin to comprehend what goes on inside Jenna's head...
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