Christy

I know you're expecting this story to be about some teenaged girl who thinks her life is annoying because she lives in the middle of nowhere, has no friends, and dare I say no boyfriend someone kills me now because my life has no meaning. Well, If you look at that way you're exactly right. Except I don't live in the middle of anywhere I live in L.A, and I have one best friend, but no boyfriend. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I am happy just the way I am. I'm not very popular which would be horrible if I were thinking about it. Just imagine that if I were, I would have to miss all of my favorite shows because I had to go to some party every weekend to prove that I am popular, because I'm popular, and I can never have a bad hair day or it will ruin my reputation. No thank you, people I don't get them. Why pretend you are someone else so people would like you, and before you start this is not that kind of story either. This story is not even about me. It's about my best friend, Christy. We have been best friends since both of our mothers went into labor at the same time, and we were next to each other in the nursery, which is how our dad's met. My dad swore on his mother grave that we waved at each other. We had the same the interest and hobbies we even dressed the same until first grade because it would be weird, but whenever it was twins day we always won. Okay, enough bragging about our friendship let's get into this story. Okay, readers get comfy because this one's a doozy.