I’m a pretty good teenager. I
don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs, I don’t go around having sex. But
I do love a good party. So let’s have mini story time about what happened last
night.
Last night there was a
fundraiser dance for the boy’s soccer team. Some of my friends are on the team
so I was really excited to go. Turns out I kinda had plans already so I didn’t
plan on going. But the dance ended at 10 and I got home at 8:45 so I figured I’d
go for an hour. I literally got home, changed my shirt and shoes, and left.
So I show up, hair all done up
from earlier in the day. And what else do you do at a dance but dance? (Teenagers
you know what I mean my “dance” here) Of course my hair has to just get in the
way of this and be super awkward. So I got a hairtie to tie it up. Bing, bang,
all good; the rest of the night was great.
Fast forward to today when I went
to go wash all the hairspray out of my hair. I come along the random girl’s
hairtie. Oops. So I have no idea who’s it is. Oh well, nothing serious but
definitely a little awkward.
♥ Diary of a Teen
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