I woke up the next morning and feel like my body has been cut up into different sections and thrown into different corners of my room. I feel like crap and don't want to get up, but the annoyng beeping of my alarm clock seems to disagree. I wake up and sleepily turn it off, trying my hardest not to go back to bed. It just looks so comfortable... I shuffle sleepily to the bathroom and take a shower and go through the whole morning routine. After about an hour, I'm all dressed and my hair is straightened. I don't wear makeup so I didn't have to worry about that. I put on my glasses and grabbed my bag from my room, heading downstairs to grab something to eat real quick. I barely ever eat breakfast but today I just felt like I was completely out of it. I started thinking about what had happened and got upset really quick just thinking about Sam and how I would see her today and pretend like nothing happened, like I always did... I was just so tired of it. I don't want to say anything to her, because she will just bitch about it and then turn the few people that I have left against me... If I knew I had nothing to lose, I would deffinitely set her straight. But right now I have Chelsea, Kaylee (a girl in my class who used to be a part of the group until Sam basically took her spot and they turned on Kaylee), most of my guy friends in the class, and a few other girls who I'm friends with.
Kaylee and I have been friends since the sixth grade. We deffinitely had our ups and downs, but it worked out between us. I'm the person she comes to when she has to vent about everything that's been happening with Sam and the girls. I can't remember if I already explained this or not, but here goes again. Sam and a few other girls in our class are like in a clique, kind of like in the teen movies. You know, the plastic bitches who think they own the place? Kind of like that, except they don't run the school and they're not that bad. I mean they can be really nice when they're each alone seperately, but when they're together, they're undefeatable. It's the kill it before it lays eggs type of thing with them.
To kind of get my mind off the subject, my thoughts had flickered to the guy from last night quite a few times. Without even realizing it, I had started smiling like a little idiot just thinking about him. God, the things I would do to that kid.
I didn't even know it until my dad came downstairs, straightening the collar of his shirt and grabbing his keys to leave, but I had been pouring my cereal a little too longer than usual and it had filled up the bowl, and spilled over quite a little. "Oh right. Sorry I got... distracted," I said, cleaning up the mess before grabbing my coat and pulling on my boots. My parents weren't really into my social life. They knew nothing about my friends, my class and the people in it, the teachers and stuff. if they did, they probably wouldn't let me even go to school. I keep them excluded from the school part of my life, or at least I try to. They do know Chelsea, of course. They also know Daphne, another girl at my school that I'm kind of friends with, but we're not that close anymore. We just drifted apart I guess. They know Jade, this perfect girl that my parents wanted me to be like. Thats mainly the reason we dont talk anymore. Jade and Chelsea used to be best friends too. Jade is all wierd around me now that Chels and I are close, but we're still kind of good friends. Jade "warned" me the first day Samantha moved to our school that what happened to her would happen to me too. That I would get replaced, by Sam supposedly. I was thinking "Me? Haha, this bitch ain't got nothing on me." and laughed about it, but as the weeks progressed I kept going back to that. Now, though, I know that it was stupid and I was dumb to think Chelsea would replace me.
Anyway, back to the main topic. Well, my parents know those people, and a few others that I occasionally mention. But they don't know any of my guy friends, since it would be practically illegal in their world for me to talk to a guy. However, one thing I like about them is that they don't like Sam. The first time she came over, she walked in and my mom gave me a look that said "why is this blonde bitch in my house?" because she didn't make a good impression. I'm kinda happy with that cos I don't have to pretend to like her and I can tell my mom about her and all the drama and things like that.
