March 13th, 21:17
I suppose I look like a party girl. I look like the type of girl who’d love nights out, jumping around like no care in the world with a drink in my hand. Maybe I am that girl. Maybe I could be that girl. I don’t like drinking, though. The only drink I’ve had was at Katherine’s party, and that was only because she passed it to me. It didn’t taste good. I wonder how my mother can drink so much. Maybe you just need to get use to it. I’ll try it again on my eighteenth.
None of that is really important right now. I’m laying on the bathroom floor, wearing a blue slip dress, in some hotel. My classmate rented the place for some back to school party. He encouraged me to come. I have trouble saying no to people, so now I’m here. Laying on the floor. I can hear the party music booming through the door. I’m too tired for this. I don’t even like most of the people here. Luke is alright, I suppose. Kind of a waste of money, but I’m sure his mum makes plenty.
I ignore the music playing through the door. They’re playing LMFAO. Not my scene. I much rather Conan Gray. I don’t care what the mood is.
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Someone opens the door to the bathroom. Katherine.
“Hey, Kate.” I say, looking up at her. She sits down beside me.
“What are you doing in here, Ashley?” She smiles, her black hair falling down her shoulders.
“Just thinking.” I say, looking at my phone, and put Heather by Conan Gray on.
She chuckles, and brushes hair out of my face. I’ve never really liked my hair. My dad said it was pretty, and I was lucky to have such beautiful hair. Mum said I was rare, red hair and blue eyes. She doesn’t say much about me anymore.
“You alright?” Kathrine says, and looks at me in my eyes.
Katherine is a party girl. She’s the girl who would dance with you to Ke$ha, or Flo Rida. She’s that type of girl. She’d go out for drinks with you. She’d have a night out. Not me. Me? I’d sit at home, reading, maybe singing. Dancing by myself to Olivia Rodrigo. Maybe doing nothing. Distracting myself from the real world.
And Katherine is pretty. I wish I looked like her, with her long black hair and green eyes. She just looked like the type of girl that guys chase. She’s just perfect. And I’m not. I don’t even know why she’s my friend. We’re like polar opposites. Maybe that’s not what she sees.
She looks so flawless in whatever she does. Even right now, as she sits next to me in a little red lace trim cami top and flared jeans. She’s beautiful. And she doesn’t see it. It’s incredible.