Babysitting, felt like it went on for hours, oh wait it did. Peggy, left a note saying that she was going to be staying out until 6:00. Which means that once I got home I only had like 10mins, to get ready for swimming!
ARGHH! Why did today hate me?
And then to make matters worse, mum was late picking me up, so i couldn't talk to Mia before and I missed half the warm up laps which meant that i had to stay 10 minutes longer!
After swimming i walked over to Mia, who had already showered and i was trying to psych myself up for telling her everything. Because telling her meant that i had to to re-live it and re-living it meant that i couldn't just pretend that it didn't happen. For what seemed like the 50th time that day i hung my head in my hands.
'Pheww, okay I'm ready.' I said. 'Hey Mia, I really need to talk to you about somethin.........'
'I already now.' She half snapped back.
'Wait! What? How?' I asked in confusion.
'It's all over social media, duhh.' She said with alot more attitude.
'Who would do that? Why?'
'Here!' She said passing her phone over to me.
'OMG, my life is runined!' I cried
'God, save it for the production.' She said before laughing about one of the status updates that said
'Funniest thing ever when a girl wets herself in class.' and she tagged me.
'That didn't even happen!!' I screamed
I didn't realise how loud i said that, before i knew it my whole swim club had raced over to see what was up. Only for Mia to show them all the photos and status updates.
By the end of it everyone was on the floor laughing. My face blushed a tomato red. Before i could stop myself i ran out of the stands, out of the girls toilets and out the door.
For the first time that day I was lucky and my mum just drove in. I jumped into the car with tears springing from my eyes.
My mum knows me well enough not to ask, which was lucky becasue my hurt was turning into anger.
Why would Mia show everyone?
Didn't she care about me?
How come I am always there for her and she is never there for me?
How many people know?
Were we still friends?'
Would anyone want to be my friend?
As fast as my anger came the faster it left and tears weren't just springing i was cryinging my eyes out. Luck for me as soon as my mood changed we got to our house so i didn't have to cry infront of mum.
All i could keep thinking was...
Why? Why ME?

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Living Life One Day at a Time
ChickLitBeverly Lucas was just an ordinary 14 year old girl; living life, going through high school. She didn't have the dream life but she knew she had a lot more than others. Even though she was living amidst the hustle and bustle of busy Brisbane, with h...