Strawberries and Mortality

8-Shannon

Friday

After a week of like back to back shit days. The party is finally here. I don't know why like none of my friends have mentioned it because besides them anyone who's anyone has been talking about it nonstop including myself. It's supposed to be one of the biggest this year.

 The girl throwing it Hannah? Harper? I don't really know just another b.a.r.b.i.e. Not to get confused with the Barbz, no, Barbies are the Backstabbing. Ass-lacking. Ran-through. Blonde. Idiot. Enemies. Smart right? Catalina made it up when we were on molly. Ugh I miss her, the old her. 

And I miss Karen, before she went to Milan the group was perfect but ever since she's been gone we sorta feel apart don't get me wrong all of us are friends like the group face times never end but Catalina's changed shes so much sadder now.

Anyways back to the barbie yeah, Helena, she's super rich with a capital R. I was sitting in history and heard her talking while I was popping my gum and she told her other barbie friend that if it's any less cool than Project-X without the fire she'll end it. But seriously I'll end her if it's any less cool than Project-X she's got me hyped up.

I finish applying my makeup so I pop my lips in tradition. I'm rocking a shiny glossy and a pink liner that drags all the way down the inner corner of my eye creating a fox look. But what I'm wearing probably made all of my dead family members roll in their graves, my white top barely covers the girls showing a lil under-boob when I raise my arms but makes up for with the long sleeves which I paired with a pink pleated high waisted skirt and Doc Martens. I'm not wearing any of my nice shoes because if this is truly the biggest party of the year I wouldn't want any of my heels to get ruined. I look in my mirror one more time and nod my head conforming what this is what I want to wear.

I grab my phone from the counter of my vanity and text Cat

Shannon: U weren't at school 2day, U coming 2 the party?

Cat: Yeah ig I'll meet up at ur house so u can take us.

Shannon: kk slut<3

Cat: whore<3

I snort at our text messages and our signature ending convo text. I go on the feed to finally find out what that girl's name is.

 Heather. 

Makes sense.

 I keep going through the insta until my doorbell rings knowing its cat I take off from the couch to get the door. I open it and my jaw drops to the ground.

"You look sick as hell!"

I take a step back to look at one of my best friends. Her hair is down falling to her waist, rocking her natural curls, the dress is brown with an off the shoulder look and almost see through material but not enough where a birthmark would show, just enough to see her black bikini underneath. She also has her doc martens on but while mine are matt hers are shiny.

"Is it too much?" She says rubbing her arms