I stretched my legs as the my stereo timer went off at 6:30. I yawned and rolled over trying to ignore the DJ's voice on the radio. Falling asleep again, I though about the Latin test I was scheduled to have a let out a slight cry. My grades were falling day by day and I felt horrible. Last year I was an A student and now my grade average was a B. I was depressed until I realized my parents had a parent teacher's conference with my class supervisor. "Shit" I think as I shoot up in bed. I am scared out of my mind. My parents don't know about my falling grades, but they will by 3pm. I get up and proceed downstairs.
Walking out the door, I hop into my elevator and go to the lobby. I live in a good building, right on Fifth Avenue-- pretty good. I love my apartment and think about how excited I am that I'm going to Jingleball '97, even though my parents have no idea that it's the night before exams.
"Hi Dana," I say reaching the bus stop. "Hi Laura" she says. "Guess what?" I am practically yelling now. "I'm going to Jingleball!" "No shit?" she replies smiling. "And I'm gonna see Hanson and Taylor will fall in love with me!" "Laura-- time out!" I am obsessed with Hanson-- I'm really embarressed to admit that-- but I am. All my friends know (THE WHOLE CLASS KNOWS), but with my best friends, that's all I really talk about. You see, I have like ten best friends and we're all in this sorta group thing. I mean-- I am popular, but I'm nice. I'm not stuck-up or anything and I still have friends outside the "group", but I am best friends with everyone popular. "Laura-- you really think you'll meet them?" "Yes....?" I stammer. Dana looked at me smiling, shaking her head as she turned to look down to see if the bus was coming.
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