(A/N: Hello there guys! I (yamisangel101) will be collaborating with the magnificent hay its mar-ay on a new story within the Bratz section. Hang in tight whilst some warnings and disclaimers are placed. Thank you very much and I do hope you enjoy it!)

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Full Summary: What will become of two young women as they go through the twists and turns of finding out who they truly are, their identity. Femme Slash. If you don't like it, do not read it. Thank you.

Notes: This story will be told in two different character points of view.

Happened So Fast

Chapter One: Welcome To My Life

What's really the point of a journal in the first place? I mean, what exactly do I write in it? It's not like I have the need or want to pour my feelings out to a book that doesn't even give sympathy. Nah, that wasn't for me. If I was stuck in a very bad situation, I would need nothing else but a sketch book and maybe a fashion magazine or two? I could read through those like no one's business. But hey, that was just how I was. I never knew that boredom could practically play with your mind.

It really can you know.

I get works of art, those being fashionable outfit ideas that I put together and make out to be just amazing. Heck, I even start trends at Stiles High. Then again, it's just what I do best. It's not like I can help it or anything. Y'know how some people are just born to do something? I feel as if I were put on this earth to help spread the fashion around. Most believe that only girls with a waist size of zero can be fashionable and that's so not true! I mean c'mon, I'm not a size zero. Four or five sure, but not a zero. Anyway, I know that I could rock even the plus size with my sense of style and inspire everyone getting into fashion. It's all a girl really has to define herself in a world full of people. As a matter of fact, your fashion sense says a lot about you.

I dare to put together things that might not seem like they go together and wear it proudly and in style.

Some call it a talent, and others call it luck. I call it me. It defines exactly who I am and who I want people to see me as. I'm not a delinquent child, nor do I cause trouble for shits and giggles. I have three very best gal pals and they support me through everything in my life. Cloe, Yasmin and Sasha. They are so amazing and it's hard to explain how much I love my girls. We always hang out together and try our hardest to have a sleepover or two every weekend with one another. We would not let something like school come in our way of friendship. Never would we either.

'California gurls we're unforgettable. Daisy Duke's, bikini's on top. Sun – kissed skin so hot we'll melt your popsicle. Whoa – oh – oh - oh. California gurls we're undeniable. Fine, fresh, fierce we've got it on lock. West coast represent, now put your hands up! Whoa – oh – oh - oh.'

I reached over and grabbed my cell phone. I really love that song. I mean, who doesn't right? Anyways, I picked it up and noticed that I had received a text. Hey Jade, what are you up to Friday evening? – Sasha. Well, I wasn't really up to anything this Friday coming. I figured that I could make a mental note to ask my parents later, but I usually wasn't busy. Especially when it came to my girls. I replied to the text message telling Sasha that I was almost positive that I wasn't busy and that I'd be sure to let her know if things changed closer to the date. It was only Monday. Sigh. I hate Mondays. Luckily I didn't get too much homework this evening, but I knew I'd get nailed with more tomorrow.

School always did that. As soon as you felt free, BAM! There was the homework,

I decided to look down at my text book. It was an accessory to a course I was currently taking called 'Introduction to Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology'. As nerdy as it sounded, the subject was actually very, very interesting. We started looking into Mental Illnesses today and there are many facts about suicide on the introductory page. There's one here specifically that kind of makes me laugh, as sadistic as that sounds. It states '80 percent of suicides are caused by depression'. Alright, so what happened to the other twenty percent? I mean what; did they just decide to off themselves because they were bored? Ahahah.

Hey, I'm just pointing it out and it is true.