"I don't want to meet anyone 'new.'" I complained. God dog.

My mother has been bothering me with this for weeks now. I hate people. I knew enough people. But NO, she had to be come friends with a lady that lived 2 blocks away. So we 'just had to go over and talk'. No, we don't.

But as always, I lost this argument.

"Go put on something nice. He has two sons your age. Their very handsome." She thrilled. Yeah, that's great. I really wanted to please these to stuck up brats.

I muttered to my self but walked to my room. I tugged off my plaid black pj bottom's and put on some jeans. I looked in my closet for a clean shirt, no luck. I picked up my navy blue hoodie from on the floor and sniffed it. Clean enough, I guess, I slipped it over my black tank top.

The hair can just do whatever, I don't care. I'm not trying to impress anyone.

I trudged down to were my mom was waiting to check my clothes. She wasn't happy, I could tell. (A/n: this isn't her real mom.)

"I told you do put on something nice. Did you get lost in your hamper?" She asked in obvious disgust.

"Let's just get this over with." I said shoving my way past her. Sometimes it felt like I didn't even know her.

I walked out the house and jogged to the car, a cherry red Mercedes, a gift from her lawyer boyfriend. I instantly hated both the car and the 'friend'.

As soon as she cranked it up the car, I turned the radio up as far as it would go. So much for talking.

As we pulled into a 2 story white houses drive way I caught a glimpse of the curtain's flutter.

"Here we are." My mom said, "Please try and be nice."

We got out the car and went to knock on the door. This ought to be good.

Nice?

Yeah, right.

Okay, so i would really like someone to give me suggestions.

I honestly have no idea where this story is going, well i sorta do.

Anyways, Send me a PM or something.

thankies.