"The Angie I know would never buy that dress, let alone wear it!" Steph practically screams. "Maybe it's time I stopped being the Angie you know." I said, handing over my card to the lady behind the counter for my new little black dress.
Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...
Hayley and her mom never got along since her dad moved away. It was like they both thought that the other was blaming them for his absence. One day, after another one of their typical countless arguments about who Hayley could date, who she could be friends with and what she could do with her life, she decided to get...