The Only Exception

Chapter 1: Part 2

A/N: Heyyy! So, as you can see I changed the title from, "Everything has Changed" to "The Only Exception" (Which if you didn't know, is a song by Paramore, and it's just as cute) I thought it fit the story more, to be honest. Yeah, maybe I'll turn it back, you tell me! Don't forget to vote, your comments are always appreciated. Love you guys, muah! 

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 So, maybe not taking Hilary’s odd gesture was a mistake. But, there is no turning back. Even if I have nothing to wear for the first day of school.

  And so there I stand, eyeing my closet as if I could somehow wondrously morph up a decent looking outfit. Of course nothing happens, and I’m still wearing my oversized and worn out t-shirt -with a faded picture of a pug wearing a bowtie-, and my favorite pair of black leggings; and I don’t know if it’s the same for other girls, but I have just about 4 pairs of black leggings and people just unintentionally guess that I’m wearing the same leggings several days in a row.  But anybody who actually pays attention knows that two of them have stripes running down at the sides, and the other two are plain. Except these are my favorites because—well…you’ve heard of lucky quarter, lucky socks, even lucky underwear. (Which I’ve tried before but none of my panties helped me ace my tests!!!) Well, these are my lucky black leggings. And maybe they’re not, but I sure am sticking to that idea. Plus they make my butt look bodacious.

 After pondering for 5 more long minutes, I finally fix upon a collared shirt with studs, my light-washed short-shorts, paired with my lucky black leggings underneath, and my yellow Dr. Martens. I contentiously fold my outfit to the best of my abilities, and stack it on the chair beside my bed.

 I glance back at my laptop, which I had placed on my desk to charge. It flashed a bright red, “1” over my inbox. A message from Hilary.

 “Srry, I overreacted. I’m just rlly stressed w/ all this back 2 school stuff!”

 Of course, being Hilary, she was always stressed about something. Even the least of things stressed her out.

 “It’s alright, Hil. I understand.”  I reply, even though I don’t really.

 “Ok, thx! I have 2 go now, c u tmr! Luv u! <3Muah!”

 I watch as the green dot that indicates that she is online disappears before I exit the chat.  Shortly after, I hear my mother shouting, “Amanda! Come downstairs, please!”