Hi I am brand new so my story probably sucks. So do me a favor and tell me. I don't care about your rude comments. They make me a better writer. So compliments and flames are welcome. Thank you. Enjoy.
~BatJay
Hello. My name is Annabeth Chase. I am 20 years old, living in New York. I run a small bookstore called Hole in a Wall. As I was closing up shop, I got a text from my best friend in whole world, Thalia Grace. She claims she isn't Goth, but is punk. With her black combat boots, death to Barbie shirt, ripped black jeans, spiky jet black hair, and these eyes, her eyes are an amazing electric blue. The way she does her make-up, make them pop. Anyways she wanted to meet up for dinner. As the awesome friend I am, I agreed. Half hour later, I arrived home. I decided to change my outfit, seeing how we are going to a expensive restaurant. I put on black slacks, a gray dress shirt, (AN: imagine what you think it should look like. I can't explain it very well.) and some gray, flats, since I can't wear converse there. I fix my very small amount of make-up, and let my long, blond, curls loose. I take a look in the mirror, and approve of my look. In that minute, Thalia honked her horn at me. If you know her, you know not to keep her waiting. So with that a grabbed my keys and purse, and left the apartment.
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"Well it took you long enough!" Thalia yelled at me. "Sorry how long have you been waiting?" "Two or 3 minutes, but it's too long to wait when I'm this hungry!" "Alright. Calm down I'm here now so we can go." "yay! We have some stuff to talk about." "Oh great…."
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About 10 minutes later, after a whole bunch of swerving, honking, and some words I won't repeat, we made it to the restaurant. "So has there been any male that's caught your eye lately Annie?" Thalia asked with a smirk. "No Thals, there hasn't. I don't have time for a boyfriend. And don't call me Annie."I replied. "Well my dad is throwing his annual company party on Friday. You should come." "Thals, you know I hate that stuff. I don't fit into your level of society. I'm poor and everyone there is rich, and/or famous." "Come on Annabeth. You know you would have fun. I know you love them hooker shoes." She said with a smirk. Man, she smirks a lot. "Thalia, I hate stilettos. And I know what you're trying to do here." I told her. "And what is that, that I'm trying to do here madame?" Thalia asked. "You think some guy there will fall for me. It won't happen. I am meant to be the old lady with a million cats." "No you're not! One, it's a masquerade. Two, I know someone who will love you for you. So please come and not let me be a loner?!" she pleaded with puppy dog eyes. "Grrr. Fine I will come. But only for you." I told her, obviously not enthused about going. "YAY! We are going shopping tomorrow!" "Oh how fun…..hear all the sarcasm?" "Oh stop. You know I hate shopping too. But I'm being forced to go and buy something NOT black! Can you believe it?! He makes me go to this dumb event, AND makes it so I can't wear black! I'll wear green since it's the color of Green Day." She ranted that all in one breath. One breath! How does she do that? "Ok you do that Thals. Can I wear grey? I love that color." "Yeah go ahead." "Ok come pick me up tomorrow around 10 and we'll go shopping." "Ok see you tomorrow." I got inside my apartment and collapsed on my bed and fell asleep immediately.
So, did it suck as bad as I thought? Tell me please.
Peace
~BatJay