This fic is well… pretty obvious, if you understand my situation and know who I'm referring to in the fic. It's not nice. It's just a big metaphor for how I've felt with some friends over the last couple of months, and I finally decided to stop ranting about it with my friends and take a somewhat direct approach at it.
I'm not gonna ask you to review. That's your choice. But if you do, it's greatly appreciated. :)
(Also, my song for this fic is "Here We Go Again." It's not exactly related to the situation, I just love the song.)
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Tess and Ella have been my "Camp Rock friends" ever since our first year, when all we were was inexperienced twelve-year-olds with a big dream. We wanted it all – fame, clothes, cute guys, and everything we thought came with being a singer. We were the It Girls, the most fabulous girls at Camp Rock. I thought we were unstoppable, that we'd get to the top and stay there. I thought they were my best friends, that they loved me, that we'd always be together and they'd never let me down.
Well, I was wrong. I was so completely wrong.
As the years went by, our little group became Tess and the It Girls, not the three of us together, but Tess, with those two girls who were always with her, oh, yeah, Peggy and Ella. We were still popular, yes, but no one cared about us. It was all about Tess, the pretty one, the talented one, the one with the famous mom.
Why did I have to put with that? Why did I have to tag along after her, pretend I liked her songs, like I wanted to actually sing them? I didn't. I didn't like her songs, I didn't want to sing them, I just didn't like her.
But I didn't say anything, because I never do. Maybe it's because it's easier to just pretend it's all fine, just fine, or maybe because I'm scared to find what will happen when I do. All I know is that the day when I can't handle her anymore will come, and I have absolutely no idea what I will do.
The problem with Tess? She's one of those people who thinks they're all that. She thinks that because her mom is famous and she has a professionally-recorded demo CD, she's better and more talented than anyone else. She thinks that because she writes her own songs, she's a real musician, going on all day about how she will never be one of those teen sell-outs, those girls who don't write their own songs and lip-synch at every concert. But the truth is that all her songs are the same. Every single song sounds the same, because she only knows about three chords, and, surprisingly enough, all her songs are about thing – herself.
They blend. They're a sad attempt at being deep and meaningful, when really, they're just egotistical, like her. Oh, and Ella? Let's see, what could Ella ever do to bother me? Maybe it could be the fact that she agrees with Tess, no matter what she says. It's like Tess is the freaking Bible. Ella's Bible, anyway. What Tess says, goes, and of course, that's how she wants it. Ella is immature and spineless, and sure, she's nice, but without Tess, she's lost.
Tess and Ella can do whatever they want. They can go on with their little clique, making everyone feel like losers because they're not accepted by them, by the It Girls. But me? I'm done. I'm going to walk away and never look back.
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So yeah, this pretty much sucks. And that's okay, because it makes me feel a little better. You should read "Fine" by Dramatic Starlet, because it's way better and kinda about the same thing. Slightly.