It was a bad decision, I know. I shouldn't have agreed. But deep down I did want it myself and I didn't want to disappoint my two best friends, so why not? I mean, heck you're only teenager ones right? Why not enjoy it? I think that's why I agreed and why I'm in the bathroom right now trying to look representable. I look in the mirror and try to get my eyeliner right. I've already tried it like four times but I keep messing it up. My right eye looks good, it's just my left eye. Outside the badroom I hear them talking. They sound excited and I know I should be too but I'm just not sure yet. I sigh and try to untangle my hair, which is pretty hard. And even if it works, I don't know what to do with it. Tell me again why I agreed?
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Here's to Teenage Memories
Teen FictionBest friends are hard to find. But I managed to find two! I mean how lucky am I? They are the ones who make me happy, they are the ones who make me feel loved. But they also annoy the fuck out of me and they make me do things I wouldn't do by myself...
