"Oh hey DJ!" An overly chirpy voice reached my ear.
What the actual fu-
Thought I checked all the stalls??
Looking around, I almost groaned when I saw who it was:
Karen effing Blanket.
Standing next to the hand dryer.
I forced myslef not to give her my usual response when people spoke to me first.
"Oh, hi Karen." I drawled.
Her eyes brightened noticeably. "So I was thinking.."
Why in hell...
"Since we're all apart of the cheer squad, we could host some totally awesome party, right?"
I stayed silent.
She twidled her hands together. "You know, to uh, celebrate Senior Year."
I stared at her then smirked.
This should be rich.
"Sorry Kar, I'm already having a party."
She looked genuinely shocked. Mentally, I scoffed.
Daniella Summers never ever hosted a party.
Like I'd ever want sweaty bodies grinding their way into oblivion on my poor plush white rug.
"Oh, uh really?" She frowned. Damn she was gullible.
Whipping out my lipstick, I ignored her as I applied it.
I smacked my lips in the mirror and pouted.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Sealing it and tossing it into the trash, I turned back to her.
I noticed her eyes followed the lipstick as it landed with a 'thud' in the empty metal trash can.
"Invitation only." And with the coolest hair flip in history, I stalked out the door.
Going round a corner, I waited for her to leave the washroom.
Twenty seconds later, she came out nervously heading in the direction of the gymnasium.
Oh yea, cheer practice.
Scurrying quickly back to the washroom, I peaked into the trashcan.
Like hell I'm gonna leave my absolute favourite lipstick to rot in the cold, cold trash.
It was gone.
That... That Karen must've nabbed it.
I almost cried.
No. Not over the lipstick.
But over the fact that I had thrown it away to impress her.
God, I am so stupid sometimes it must be inhumanly possible.
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Traffic on my street was killer and I don't know how I didn't end up cussing those assholes blocking the street.
When I finally reached my house, I was met by a strange sight.
My mum and dad were standing in the garden.
With a man and a boy about my age.
Frowning slightly, I parked my car in the driveway and walked over to them.
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My Twisted Fairytale (rewriting)
JugendliteraturHello! I strongly advise that you choose another book to read,since this one is pretty much shit. Not even kidding. Ideas are all over the place and just... Don't read it. I've already started to rewrite this,but the entire concept is different,apar...
