The Fly Away Girl

Chapter 4

After Steph and I finished quizzing each other, we decided to go to bed. It was 12 o-clock after all... Plus, we had school the next day so we had to get some sleep.

"I call sleeping in the couch!" yelled while diving on to the couch with my sleeping bag and dolphin pillow pet. Yes, I have a pillow pet. Don't judge.

"Whyyy!!! You got the couch last time, it's my turn!!" Steph said while trying to push me onto the ground. Which wasn't working very well since I was just laying there like a fat potato, I wasn't going to budge no matter how much she tried to push me off.

"Your too fat! I can't push you!!! Please please please don't make me lay by 'it'!!" Steph whined while wiping her imaginary sweat off her forehead and looking accusingly towards the carpet.

We have this made up story about a stain on the floor, it's kinda red-ish and its right by the couch. We both think that a crazy man lived in this house before Steph's family moved here. He drank so much red cool aid that he got drunk off of it, so he spilled it all over the carpet. Please don't judge, we were 6 when we thought of it, we had no limits of our imagination.

"Too bad gurlie! I am not moving." I stated while sticking my tongue out at her.

"Fine whatever. But I call the couch next time." Steph pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. She cautiously laid down her sleeping bag so that its was at least three feet away from 'it'.

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By the time we woke up the next morning, we had 10 minutes before the bus came to pick Steph and I up. We were going to be late.

"Hurry up!!! We aren't even dressed yet! Damnet! I forgot to bring an extra pair of clothes for today!" I swore while racing up the stairs into Steph's room.

"Wait up Kayla! I have extra clothes you can wear, I have come to the rescue!" Steph skittered to the doorway, carrying a pile of clothes in her arm.

"Give me those clothes, and you better brush your teeth, cause your breath smells like something died in it!" I yell back, forgetting to thank her. I ran into the bathroom a locked the door.

"Oh my god. How am I suppose to wear this... I'm going to look like a slut!" I mutter to myself while holding up what Steph gave to me to wear. It was a tight black crop-top with a pink skater skirt, And to top it off, the shoes were black combat boots.

"Ugh! This is so tight on me! I.cant.breath." I groaned, trying to pull the black crop-top over my head. It barely fit over my head. After I finally got the crop-top and skater skirt on, I looked at the clock.

"Shit! I only have 5 minutes left!" I scrambled, trying to put on my combat boots and unlock the door.

"What was I going to eat for breakfast?" I thought while running down the stairs and grabbing my bright pink backpack, at least it matched my skirt. I thought glumly, looking down at my way too short skirt that only reached above my knee's.

"Come on! I have two granola bars and apples, we will eat on the bus. By the way, do you like my outfit, or yours?" Steph giggled while looking at my outfit. She was wearing a blue lace tank top and jean shorts, accented with an Effile tower necklace and tan wedges.

"At least you don't look like a slut!" I retorted while giving her a little shove, I did kinda like the outfit, but wasn't going to tell her that though or else she would make me dress like this all the time.

"The bus is here, come on!" Rushing out the door with Steph following right behind me.