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Part 8

Lenna's POV:

I seriously hate my life right now.

Don't get me wrong I'm not suicidal, but it seriously sucks to the point of being suicidal, which is totally an exaggeration, by the way. When one feels suicidal they should call the suicide hotline, I, on the other hand, feel like I need to call the stop-making-dumb-things-happen hotline, and ASAP.

First, Brandon and Luka had to come along and ruin some of my precious 'Sara-and-me-only-time' for the sole purpose of turning it into some sort of a dance proposal.

Don't get me wrong, it's extremely cute and all, but sometimes you just have to hang out with your friends! Or in my case, friend.

Then as soon as people found out due to Jackson's instagram post, the popular girls directly messaged me every almost every second I breathed going on and on about every social media platform known to man until I had eventually ended up blocking the 'leaders' of the groups.

Then I had to 'fit in' and I could literally feel Sara slipping away from me, inch by inch, cell by cell as I forced her to be somebody she was not.

Oh and how could I forget about Jackson showing up? That was, by far, the worst.

Hmmm, nope it was definitely losing Sara, who was, right now at least, boredly twirling a pencil around in her hand, too bored for our biology class. But then again, who can blame her? She's most likely learned this about ten times with that brain of hers.

I seriously don't understand this.

Why did Jackson have to be such a...such a...?

"...an obtuse angle..." Mr. Bilou trails off, and I silently thank him.

Jackson is such an obtuse angle.

"I agree," Sara murmurs, copying down some notes.

I huff, annoyed with myself for not being able to control my words. "Nice Lenna, nice."

"Nice indeed..." Sara continues to scribble something down to make it look like she was doing something, but in fact, she was most likely daydreaming.

Really wish I had studied this earlier, now.

"That's right you should have." Sara chides, opening a pink highlighter. She casually underlines her long list of (unneeded notes, for her at least, I would definitely be borrowing later) as if she had not just insulted me.

Her notes were all neatly organized, but somehow still messy at the same time, a perfect representation of her. An awkward social mess but the most, and I mean the most, organized person to ever exist academically.

Sometimes I truly question all my life choices, especially choosing to take this crazy, insulting weirdo as my best friend.

"Ugh! You're incorrigible!"

"That's why we're friends, isn't it?"

"...incorrigible!"
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Eating pizza and cake again?
How unclassy.

I don't see why you should care, it's not 

you eating it, is it?

No it's not, you just so
happen to make yourself seem
like a complete and utter
disappointment! Haha!