Walking out the door with your bags

This was it this is the moment I knew my life was over. Like how could the people closest to me do this to me it almost makes no sense. It's like they wanted me to be the person that I'm not. And now here they forced me into a corner. I'm sitting in my room on my King size bed with all my posters of all these girl bands on them. I can't help but wonder why is it me being put into this mess. What did I do to deserve such a fate? I start looking around because my room is dull in color yet also somehow lacks a life presence. So I stand up and grab my life is sweet bookbag. I start packing my clothes up. Just some simple stuff like shirts, shorts and dresses. Then I pick out my underwear that is oddly enough dated by the days of the week. Then with the little extra room I had inside the bag I packed my journal. It kinda resembles a diary because I write in great detail about everything that happens and I date it.

So this seems like the perfect place to bring it and write my experience. I remember the day I got it too it was Thursday and it had 5000 pages inside. It doesn't really fit my personality though because the colors are black and blue. While I'm more of a pink and orange kinda girl. Obnoxiously Bright and cheerful. I suddenly hear a knock on my window and feel nothing more than obliged to look. And when I do I see my friend's Zara and Zain that were also at that degrading meeting. The only thing was they were silent but had clearly written things that they thought was homosexual about me. I instantly feel mad as I walk over to the window and push it open. Soon Zara tries to speak but I push her down from the tree she was in to get to my window. Zain laughs as he pushes his way into my room.

"I see your pissed at us" he says while laughing. "Pissed isn't the word I'm looking for "I say sassy like. Right after I say that Zara climbs into my room. "Ow you little.." she starts before getting cut off. "Now now sister we would not want her to push you out again now would we "Zain says with a smirk. She responded by giving him the classic middle finger remark. I rolled my eyes that starting to become a more common thing as of these few days. "What do you guys want "I ask with suspicion. And that's where the smirking comes back at. "Well we wanted to see if you'd handle being sent off okay " Zara says.

I stare dead into her face. "Well it feels like being how having a twin must feel like so tell me about it " I say to her. It's common knowledge that these two idiot friends of mine are twins. They both have hazel eyes and red hair and the perfect color bage skin tone. If it wasn't for the height difference or the gender difference you couldn't tell them apart. And as I finished thinking about the many similarities they have I couldn't help but notice her growling at me. "You know for a second you almost sounded like Mary Lue from around the band into the old man's land " Zara says trying to insult me. "Well that shit's for the birds Zara" I respond with a hair flip. She laughs then looks serious. "Out of all your friends we will miss you the most so take care and make it quick" said Zara. Then the twins hugged me so tight that I forgot I could still breath. "Even though I'm not a homosexual I'll make it a fast recovery " I said. They both smiled and Zara left out the window first. Zain punches my shoulder before leaving. "If I'm subjected to a life like this then I don't wanna live. I'll make a pact right now to only live my truths and never be shaken by something that is completely outrageous.