I wake up in a bed. I sighed knowing it hadn't worked. My life is hell. My legal guardian walks in. I refuse to call her mom. An looks relieved. I asked when I could leave and she said that I was allowed to today. A very perky nurse walks in and tells me I'm free to leave and gives me this long ads lecture about cutting and pills. My legal Guardian hands me my clothes. I change into the red flannel and black skinny jeans.
I step out of my black Lamborghini and click the button. My LG following behind. I'm pissed off at her because she drove my car. I pay for it, it's mine. Her silver mini van is perfectly fine. I open the house door and run to my room. I slip off my shoes and grab my phone. Apparently I've been out for three days. It's now Tuesday. I grab my phone off the bed and realized it was dying. I plugged it in. Forty seven missed calls, seventy text messages, All from Sarah.
Sarah is my best friend. I hacked into the school program so we could have every class together. We are inseparable. You know how every friendship has the gorgeous one and the ugly one. Well she is the gorgeous one. I'm not. Hang on let me introduce myself.
My name is Tiffany Peterson. I'm 16 and 5'2 and ugly as hell. I'm blonde, big boobs, Itty bitty waist, and tint feet and have big blue eyes.
I open the messages and go to the top of Sarah's messages.
1-Omfg Tiffany
2- There's a new kid
3- God he's hot
4- Dear Jesus
5-69 pics of him
70- His name is Cameron Dallas.
Fuck. He's fine asf
