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Arabella Rivera 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wiped my mouth with the tissue and threw it on the now empty plate. I was seated crossed leg on my bed, back slouched as I wiped the tissue over the dirty plate, completely lost in thought. My phone gives off a ping then buzzes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was only one person who would call me this late. Not that I had many friends or contacts to call me either. I was considered an introvert, not that I had any complaint. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I looked at the lit up screen and even though it was to the edge of the bed Gwen’s picture could be seen. I crawled my way to the phone and answered before it stopped. “What are you doing before your big day biatch!” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, this was how she normally greets me. I rolled my eyes falling back on the bed, legs kicked up towards the high white ceiling. This was probably a bad idea considering that I had just finished gobbling down food. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What big day are you talking about Gwen?” Had she finally lost her bonkers? Gwen was deemed a little crazy sometimes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could already picture her rolling her eyes in irritation, pulling the phone away just to glare at it, like I would magically feel it through the device. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Our first day as seniors Arabella! This is considered a big day for us. The sophomores can finally bow down to us.” She practically squealed in my ears. I had to move the phone away just to avoid my eardrums being affected. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doll like to be considered a barbie doll, very opposite from my dull brown hair and my smoky green

 

 

 

 

 

 

for reminding me of the dreadful day that’s approaching.” I

 

 

 

 

 

 

the world, we’ll be fine. Besides, it’s my year to be cheer

 

 

 

 

 

 

Considering how I was ninety-nine percent sure everyone in my grade couldn’t wait for tomorrow, I was the only sour puss. I turn on my stomach. “You’re right, it’s not like I have a ton of pressure on my shoulders. Honestly, I should just rent a party bus,

 

 

 

 

 

 

on our

 

 

 

 

 

 

touched the tender spot where I

 

 

 

 

 

 

with a bump the size of a golf ball on my forehead. I

 

 

 

 

 

 

I heard shuffling on her end. “Yeah, that’s too yellow, nasty.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

even allow me to rent out a party bus? Furthermore, have any

 

 

 

 

 

 

seconds before she agreed.” True. Your

 

 

 

 

 

 

sighed. “Tell me

 

 

 

 

 

 

the dark pink skirt I bought yesterday?” Gwen questions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

my forehead. “Are you already picking out clothes

 

 

 

 

 

 

picking you up a little later tomorrow than

 

 

 

 

 

 

You should wear the pink skirt, though it’s a little too short.”

 

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