As we walked to Catherine's house, Dawn and I talked quite a bit. Sure, the distance between our house and Catherine's house wasn't too much, but for some reason, we talked about a lot of things. "So how was school yesterday?" Dawn asked. I shrugged. "It was so boring, Ms. Pellington gave us a long lecture just because the boys were talking so much. I mean, it wasn't our fault. Was Ms. Pelligton this annoying last year?" I asked her. "Not really, she seemed a little more relaxed. Probably we had no boys last year. That is why our class is loved so much," she shrugged. "Who is your teacher this year?" I asked her. "Ms. Calavera," she said. "Is she nice?" I asked. "I mean, to me she is. To others, not so much. Depends on your behavior," she told me. "I hate school, why do we have to go anyways?" I asked, sounding very annoyed. "I hate school even more that you do, but it so we have jobs, can make money, and basically life a decent, comfortable," she sighed. "That is not fair," I pouted. "Life is not fair," Dawn said, looking wistfully into the sky. "What if, you know, he-" I cut me off, saying "Let's not talk about that topic," She, however, knew what I was talking about. I think she was just trying to forget about him, and she was successful, unless she wanted to make fun of me. Then she would bring him up as much as possible. "What are you going to do at Catherine's house?" she asked. "We will do the usual. We will talk, dress up, play, talk some more, and other stuff," I said. We had arrived at Catherine's house by that time. "Have a good time. Don't be stupid, though I doubt that it possible," Dawn said, waving to me, and walked away.
As I entered Catherine's house I yelled "HEY CATHERINE! YOUR BEST, WELL SECOND BEST BUDDY IS HERE! THE BEAUTIFUL ALICE!" Catherine's mom giggled. "Looks like someone is in a good mood," she said, smiling. "Yep, I am. Where is Catherine?" I asked. "In her room, dear," Catherine's mother said, pointing to the room upstairs. "HEY CATHERINE! QUIT HIDING FROM ME! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE NOW!" I said, barging into Catherine's room. "Hiya, Alice," Catherine said. "WHY WEREN'T YOU THE ONE WHO OPEN-" Then I saw the magazine she was holding. "OMG! OMG! IS THAT FREDDIE SMITH?! OMG! I LOVE HIM SOO MUCH! HE IS SO HOT!" I started to blabber and scream. Catherine was laughing by now. "You are hilarious. Did you see his new movie? He is so cute! I wish he was mine. I am 14 after all. I think I have a chance," she said, dreamily. Freddie Smith was a famous actor that was in live plays. Almost everyone knew him, and all the girls loved him. Except for my sister, of course. I bet she wouldn't fall in love with the sweetest or hottest man on Earth. He was 15 years old. He has blonde hair, and emerald green eyes that shined bright in the light. His hair was slick and smooth. He had a peachy complexion. He had a strong, gorgeous build. He wasn't too short, but he wasn't too tall. He was short enough for me to kiss in my dreams. Anyways, overall, he was gorgeous. He even had two dimples on the right side of his cheek.
Anyways, we looked through the news. This news was deciated to teen girls like us. " This Catherine's favorite way to fangirl over celebrities, gossip, the latest movies, plays, scandals, dram, stars, and stuff that are considered a hot mess. They also had a section on "Who wore it the best?" Catherine and I were very critical when it came to that section of the magazine. We judged everything we could, which took us an hour before we decided who actually wore it the best. Then we would got hate on celebrities we disliked a lot. I also loved the magazine too, it was my number one fangirling and gossip station. However, for advice, fashion, and just normal stuff, I loved to read "Brit Glam" for that. Sophia also liked that magazine. Despite the name, I think it gave girls good advice, and positive messages. It also helped me during school drama, and all that dumb stuff. We saw many cute stars, and drooled over them. The girls in the magazine were really pretty as well. I really wanted to be an actress when I was younger. I used to talk about it all the time. Now I don't say it as much, but I still want to be an actress. I mean, who wouldn't? Fame, money, publicity, fans, dresses, beauty, love, happiness, who wouldn't want all of that? I mean, I would want it all. Sure there is the paparazzi, but who cares about them? They are just a small problem, in a wonderful career, nothing more.