Okay, time for a heart-to-heart. For you who haven't known, I'm a 16-year-old teenager, and of course my life kinda sucks. With mean girls everywhere, pervs and stress coming from inside my own brain, no wonder I often wish I were dead. Fortunately I'm still here until today.
So, for us, this year is called 'am-I-popular-or-not' year, as lots of girls celebrate their birthday, a.k.a Sweet 17. The rule is, if you get invited to a sweet 17 party, then you're somebody, and it means more if the one who invites you is the most popular girl in school. I don't mean to boast, but I got invited to my old friend's Sweet 17, and hell yeah, she's one of the most popular girls in my school. We often hung out together, and we still greet each other until now.
Here's the interesting part. I have friends, but I also have enemies, or frienemies. Those friend/not girls didn't get invited to my friend's party. But you know what they did? They came. Yes, they came. And without shame, they got into the photobooth and took a pic with the birthday girl. Uh-uh that's right, they did that. The good thing is, my friend's not dumb. I know she knew there were trespassers, so she acted cold to those girls after the party. I didn't know if she told her other friends about that, but I guess we'll just have to see it later.
About those frienemies, other than having no shame of coming into someone's party, they also insult almost every people behind them. Let's say, I'm one of their targets. Acting like those who have everything in this world, they talk bad about me and also my friends. I was mad at first, of course, but after some time, I just ignore them. Let karma decide what to do with them. Soon.
I think that's all I can share for now, guys. If you want to know more, or just tell me about anything, please don't hesitate to mail me:
ardhelia97.86@gmail.com or atcreativehouse@gmail.com
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I'm looking forward to your response. Thanks!
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