Remember when I said I was a wallflower? Well, I am. See, there's these two little problems I have. They're called depression and extreme social anxiety/GAD. Ever hear of them? Well I have. I've "heard" of depression for 7 years and social anxiety for 3. And let me tell you, it's not fun. It's-
"Gab! Turn off that preppy shit right now!" Taylor, also known as my favorite bitch (or BFF if you don't understand wallflower talk), shouted at me as she barged into my room.
"Since when the hell is Paramore preppy?" I asked as I rolled over on my bed to look at my speakers. I switched my iPod from Ignorance to Hell's Bells by AC/DC. "Better?"
"Much" she replied, plopping down next to me on my queen-sized bed.
"Wait a sec, my mom's not home. How the hell did you get into my house?"
"Spare key in the garage, biotch."
"But you need the code to open the garage door…"
"Your point?"
"….Are you gonna steal my identity?"
"And trade my butt for yours? No chance in hell." Well, that earned her a punch in the boob. "Owww! And here I was coming to ask you a very important question that could mean life or death!"
I sat up and threw my hair down to pull it into a messy bun. "And what might that be?" I asked as I flipped my hair up, making sure to hit her in the face.
"I need you to drive me to school this year." She pouted. I gave her a look as if to say 'and-that's-life-or-death-how?' "Well my sister graduated last year, so she can't drive me anymore. And my parents go to work at like 5 so carpool is my only option and the only person who lives around me is (shudder) Zeke Baylor."
Oh, by the way, we go to private school (Eastern Albuquerque Prep, gag) and there are no buses or anything, so you have to drive. "What about Sharpay or Ryan?"
"Gag even they would be better than Zeke. But they moved to Michigan, remember?"
"Ugh babe, why didn't you get your license?"
"Cause I'm to lazy and now that laziness is coming back to bite me in the ass." She whined as she fell face-first into the comforter. "Come on, you live like five minutes away! Pleaseeeee!" At least I think that's what she said, the blanket muffled her words. Maybe she said cheese? Dang it now I want cheese… I wonder if we have any- "Gabs!"
"Yeah, fine I'll drive you. Let's go get some cheese."
Five minutes later
"Who knew cheese with pickles could be so good?" Taylor shoved a cheese-and-pickle mini sandwich into her mouth. Wow that girl eats like a pregnant woman. Come to think of it, we both do. "So what are you wearing for the first day tomorrow?"
Laughing, I took a bite out of a chunk of cheddar. "Is that even a question? My uniform…"
"Huhu, mu uniform" Taylor mocked. "Seriously bitch, combination, shoes, gimme."
Let me run through our amazing fashionable and diverse uniform for girls-
Bottoms: red plaid skirt, khaki skirt
Tops: white polo, red polo, black polo, white oxford, light blue oxford, solid color jackets
Lovely, eh?
"Red skirt, black polo, black Converse high tops. The usual."
"Oh come on Gab, don't you wanna get boys?"
"Does Taylor McKessie actually wanna become social?" I smirked, receiving a pickle to the face that I expertly caught in my mouth, thankyouverymuch (even though I felt like a dog doing so…)
"All I'm saying is, we didn't care last year. We wore the same stuff and didn't care what anyone saw when they looked at us. Well, this year I think that should change. Maybe we should try this year?"
"Taylor, so let me get this straight: you want us to look nice so people will talk to us. Which means that you want to talk to other people…. Tay, we don't like people."
"People are icky…" she nodded while gazing off.
"Indeed."
"Alright, fuck that idea. Its back to Converse and hoodies this year. You, me, and whoever we can stand to talk to."
"Hell yeah!" I said as we high-fived.
You know, most people look at us and go "Umm ok, you're not social, you have no friends, you have no life. Eww, freak." But no, that's not it at all. Remember that depression and social anxiety I was talking about? Well that kinda plays a big part in the decisions I make. I don't like people, and people don't like me. You know what? I'm perfectly ok with that.