What's
Love?
I
push myself off my bed and over to my phone. Hopefully there is a
party tonight. Drugs and alcohol are the perfect things to make
me forget about this terrible day. I grabbed my phone and texted
my best friend. My best friend's name is Lea. She is super
tan and has the most beautiful curly black hair I have ever seen
in my life. She is talkative and likes to party just like I do.
She is the perfect best friend for me.
S: Party tonight?
L: Of course. Pick you up at 8.
I put my phone down and looked at the clock. It was only five so
I had time to go for a jog before I went to the party. You have
to stay skinny if you want to get the guys plus I like running.
It gets my mind off things. I changed out of my mini-skirt and a
tight shirt and pulled on a pair of soffee shorts
and a t-shirt from a cheerleading compatison.
Yeah, that's right. I'm a cheerleader. I know that sounds
weird, but I like it. I pulled my long brown hair up into a
ponytail and lace up my sneakers that I only wear when I'm
running. I run down the stairs and yell to my mom I'm going
for a run.
"Can we talk first?" I heard her yell back.
Whatever! I was not talking to her at all.
----------------------------------------------
After an hour run I felt good. I needed to get ready for the
party. I searched through my closet until I found the skin tight,
short, little black dress. I slipped it on. I looked sexy! I
pulled my hair into a sexy updo. I pulled on
my high heels and put on a ton of make-up. I was going to get a
guy tonight, nobody was going to stop me.
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