Slam! I looked at my white door with a sarcastically satisfied grin on my face. The loud noise was a perfect interpretation of my feelings for my mother at the moment. See a few minutes earlier we had world war 3 and 4 go down at my house. Even as I screamed, stomping up the stairs I didn't really know what the fight was about. But it was bad, B-A-D, horrible. I looked down at my sleeping pug ,bean, even with the racket she didn't move and I felt a tug of disappointment towards her for not being there when I needed her most. Next I looked towards my cell phone. It didn't buzz, ring, or play any of my best friends personalized rings.
"Well actually technically speaking they are your ex-best friends." thought realistic Massie, well the normal swift-speaking, act-without-thinking, shop-without-limits, animal-loving, vulnerable-when-it-comes-to-love and angry-when-it-comes-to-take overs-and-failed-makeovers told her to shut up. I hadn't thought about my ex-friends for a week. Wrong. I had pretended not to think about them as I went to the spa, the mall, and movies with my mother, and now I couldn't even do that any more because of the horrible war with many casualties that was now raging between us. I sighed, I didn't even want to look at my computer, I knew I'd have no emails, no facebook wall posts or myspace comments, I had no friends this summer, I was pathetic. Even my own mother didn't like me. Finally I gave up and walked to my window. As I gazed out at the sky I pretended not to see 4 girls dancing and laughing through the open window to Claire's room. I pretended not to see one exotic Spanish beauty, one tall blond muscular athlete, one wild fiery red head, or one rail thin blond eating a gummy worm. To me they didn't exist.
"It must be friday." I thought staring at the moon. Then, without warning the moon and every thing else became blurry smears of color as the tears welled up in my eyes. " I can't take this anymore." I sobbed quietly, " I just wish I had a different life" I whispered into the dark as a shooting star lit up the sky. "That was not normal" was my last thought before I plunged downward into unconsciousness.