There is a link at the side of what Carly is wearing and the music video for the song she is listening to.
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Chapter 5
I was really glad that Friday came around quickly; I live for the weekends and the holidays of course. Although I was kind of sad as well because Jake hasn't asked me to do anything with him this weekend so I won't see him for 2 days, HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM?
No I'm only joking I am not that attached to him, OMG what if he thinks I am completely obsessed with him? What if he gets cocky about it? What if.......CALM DOWN WOMEN you're going to give yourself a heart attack.
I'm just getting paranoid now but I can't help thinking these things, I really like Jake so I want him to think I'm perfect and for our relationship to be perfect. Or do perfect relationships only exist in fairy tales?
I wonder what Jake is thinking right now, maybe he's thinking about me but he probably isn't I mean I am quite plain. I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin and an older brother called Charlie who's in collage. People have told me I'm pretty but I just don't see it.
I am quite surprised that Jake even looked at me; I thought that all guys were only interested in girls with big boobs, blonde hair and blue eyes. I think I might ask him about what he likes about me but I don't want to make him feel too uncomfortable.
While I was thinking about Jake and how dreamy he was I hadn't noticed that my alarm clock had been beeping like crazy. When I was about to turn it off, my mum burst into my room looking tired.
'Carly can you please turn that thing off I've got a headache, and you know what I'm like when I have a headache' my mum said while glaring at me.
'Sorry I was just day dreaming'
'Well hurry up and get ready otherwise you'll be late for school, oh and you're going to have to get the bus today, I cannot drive in this state'.
My mum is so dramatic, I hope I don't turn out just like her? I'll be a divorced oldie who had nothing better to do than complain about how hard her life is and how she wished she was still my age!
Yes my dad left my mum when I was little, but I don't really mind because that's one less person I don't have to worry about, even though it would have been good growing up with a father who can push you on the swigs and put a plaster on your cuts when you fell off.
'Urgg but I hate the bus it is always so crowded and full of sweaty kids whose parents hate them because they make them take the bus' I protested.
'I hope you aren't implying that I hate you because I do not, I love you' she left my room before coming back in saying 'you're still taking the bus' with that she left.
Once she was gone I flopped down on my bed with an 'Argggg'.
After about 5 minutes of lying on my bed hating my life I decided to get dressed. We had an own clothes day today so I could dress how I wanted (thank god, I hate my school uniform) put on some dark blue skinny jeans, a plain white vest top, a checker shirt and a cute grey hat.
After I had breakfast I left for the 10 minute walk to the bus stop, once I got there the bus was just pulling up so I got out my money and stepped on the bus. As soon as I did I instantly regretted it as the smell of bio and boy’s deodorant hit me like a ton of bricks. I have no idea how people put up with this type of torture.
Once I took a seat at the back of the bus on the top floor I pulled out my iPod and started to listen to 'super base' by Nicki Minaj but was rudely interrupted when a boy who I didn't recognise came and sat next to me.
"Hi I'm Peter, Jake's brother."
