Anything but fun
I sit against the wall of the cafeteria on the outside, my bag leaning against my leg. I usually come here just to think, to contemplate life.
Ok, and to get away from the crowded cafeteria where all my ex-friends are.
I frown when I hear voices.
I thought no-one else ever came here.
Then, Dylan Marvil herself saunters round the corner with a bunch of her little followers. I'm surprised they can all even walk, their minis are so tight.
Dylan doesn't even bother to look at me, just wafts past, although she's so close I can smell the fruity hairspray on her long blond locks. Her cronies glare and then follow. I shoot them a sarcastic grin, and then roll my eyes.
I suppose Dylan has done quite well.
The only friends she had were Kristen and me, and then the guys of course.
After her parents got divorced, her mother became the famous talk-show host of The Daily Grind. She became so rich; I guess Dylan bought her friends, not that her mom would mind. Dylan didn't drink, smoke...
As I was saying before, I remember the first time we tried alcohol. Alicia's party.
I remember getting ready for the party as well.
I can't muster up the courage to think about what happened at the party, so I'll think about getting ready.
That was fun.
It was great.
Until things fell apart.
That was horrid.
That was anything but fun.
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