"I'm tired of being the THIRD BEST! Allie! I'm tired!" I scream at the top my lungs, tears were blurring my vision.
"Third best? What the heck are you talking about?! Listen Lala, you're just drunk. Let's talk about this at the morning." Marie holding my wrist trying to get me at the car.
I slap her hand away, "I don't want to. I'm not drunk! I- I- I am so fucking shitty tired already! I dont want to be "the girl who's child-ish", I do-do- don't want to be the-the-the "girl best friend". I wa-want to be the girl who they fall for, I want to be the-the girl who has good grades! I want to-to be PERFECT! " I say, pretty difficult though, lumps were forming on my throat, all those memories, all those day-dreams, gone.
This is my worst nightmare, my secret is out. Hallelujah.
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Point of view's of each girl- Allie, Marie and Lala. Best friends since grade 2.
Story of insecurities, friendships that are tested, envy, and value of self love.
TEEN-FICTION/ ROMANCE