a horrible story I'm writing

<The last wish of a shooting star>

                                                   (name based of a mitski song :D)

Last Words of a Shooting Star - Audiotree Live Version :3

Alex has always hated school. They always got overwhelmed. It was currently a Sunday they were not ready for the next day. Them and their band where practising. They played guitar her friend Alex sang and her other friend Marcy played Bass. They spent 3 hours playing. After they just went out for Ice Cream Sasha Got chocolate, Alex got mint and Charlie got vanilla.

“Dude chocolate ice cream is a CRIME mint is WAYYYYYY better” Alex said looking at Sasha. She flipped him off and rolled her eyes.

“No it's not you just being childish, chocolate is on top '' she looks at Charlie who was just enjoying their ice cream. “Plus if any ice cream flavour was a crime it would be mint”

Charlie looks up from their phone.

“That's where you both are wrong. Vanilla is the best!!!!”

The Trio ramble on and on and on. When it finally started to get dark they all decided to start going home.

The walk was really boring for Charlie; they had their music blasting in their headphones. 

Current song: Not so perfect -Johnnie Guilbert

They rode their bike as fast as they could to avoid getting told off. Their hair blowing back with the wind. They try to plan a lie on where they were. Their parents hated that they were in a band and Alex and Sasha. They always wanted them to be more feminine. But Charlie was always more ‘masculine’.

Charlie walks through and they try to sneak into their room but get seen.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN WITH YOUR LITTLE GROUP THAT YOU CALL A BAND” Their mom yells.

Charlie pov

“No, I was at the library,” I lied.

“ Fine, then just get dressed, we are going out,”  my mom yells as she throws the dress she wants me to wear at me. It was horrendous, it was bright pink, it was fuzzy. Who makes dresses fuzzy????? It was puffy, they tried to make it have a floral design but a 1 day old baby could draw a better flower. The only time you could wear that and not get stared at was in the Victorian era.

_____ (time skip after they got changed) _____

It felt worse than how it looked. The fuzziness was making me feel itchy. The sleeves were uncomfortably tight and silky. I could feel the so-called ‘floral’ design. EWWWWW UDREDSYFED6FREEWUCYFRN7RUFEWDUFGREDHGUFRGUITRFGUGFGEVGTREGDYGFRED.

I get into the backseat of the car and I close the door. I don’t put my seatbelt on because I knew no one would care + I don’t like the feeling of it against my neck. When we got there I recognized the house as Sasha's, the girl who has been bullying me “oh for fu….” I go to say before mam cuts me off by yelling “LANGUAGE”. I roll my eyes as we walk into the party. I really don’t know why I am being forced to be here. I am perfectly able to take care of myself, at home alone. I push the doors open and hold it open for people. Then I walk in myself. The house was really big; it was mostly white. It was really crowded and loud and bright and just AHHHHHHHHHHHH. It was really overwhelming. I go to get my headphones out of my bag but my mom stops me. I put them back. I walk off to the less crowded bit to just stand there. It has been a couple of minutes since I was really overwhelmed. I had zoned out when I felt something slash onto me. Someone had walked into me and spilled their drink on me. I could feel the liquid run down my chest and stomach EWW. The woman just laughs and walks off. I sigh out of discomfort. I look up when I hear someone else laugh.