Intro
There are those days when life really sucks. When you try your hardest to walk through the halls of the school to not be noticed. But of course, there’s that one person, that one person who thinks the world of you. That one person who at the same time, wishes you weren’t alive.
4 months ago on a day much like today, hot but not too hot, and rainy, I almost died. Here is my story.
“MOLLYYYYYY.” Someone yelled, waking me from a very pleasant dream.
" WHAT AMY? IM TRYING TO SLEEP!” I yelled back.
“Jesus Christ your hair looks terrible” she laughed as she hovered in my doorway. “School starts in 20 minutes, better get up or I’m leaving your butt here and you have to take the bus.”
“Nooo, not the bus” I whined, “It smells like an old man died in there, and my bus driver looks like a freaking potato.”
“Then get up, You’ve got 5 minutes and I’m leaving.″ She said as she sashayed back down the hallway.
I always hated my sister. She was always the popular one. The hot, skinny, sporty one. The girl who every guy wanted to date. Sometimes, with the right amount of light hitting her face, she looked similar to Ariana Grande. She always had the great skin, straight teeth, blonde hair, while I’m over here with brown hair and braces. Yeah I am the president of like every club in school and yeah, I get straight A’s, but I’ve never been liked very much.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed and got up. I shuffled over to the bathroom to get dressed. Within 5 minutes I had my hair thrown up in a messy bun and my jeans and t-shirt on. As I walked down the hall I realized I had forgotten my phone. I went back into my room to see my puppy, Bailey barking at the window next to my bed.
“Get down girl, it’s just Amy,” I said to her. I grabbed my phone and rushed down to the kitchen to grab my bag.
It’s Thursday, which means, much to my dismay, I had to listen to Ariana Grande for 10 minutes on the ride to school.
“2 weeks,” I thought to myself, ”2 weeks and I get my license and I can drive myself to school. I can listen to whatever the hell I want. ”
“Molly, get out of your head and just feel the music.” Amy said to me, “Just feel the vibrations, feel the way the words explain life, just listen to the lyrics”
Amy turned up the volume and I tried to listen to the lyrics,
“You were the popular one, the popular chick It is what it is, now I’m popular-ish Standing on the field with your pretty pompons Now you’re working at the movie selling popular corn I could have been a mess but I never went wrong ’Cause I’m putting down my stories in a popular song (La la) Said I’m putting down my story in a popular song”
By the time the song was over we were pulling into the school parking lot.
“I’ll see you at 2:15 okay? I can drive you home but I have to come back for cheer practice.” She said as she kissed me on the forehead.
“Okay, I’ll just, be here,” I whispered as she ran to meet the rest of her squad.
