It's Friday. Normally I'd be excited because tomorrow is Staurday and its the weekend and I can take a break from school and eat waffles all day in a onsie. Yes I do know I'm strange for doing that, but hey, it's fun and waffles are tasty. Ok back to why this Friday is bad, it's the day of our horrible, terrible, awful, dreadful, bad school..............dance.

Why, you may ask, am I so against this school dance? Well I'll tell you why. It's because I'm being forced to go with a boy.......ugh. It's somebody that asked my 'friends' if I would go to the dance with him and they said I would. I am very upset with them for doing that. They think that I don't like anybody, and I don't, so they thought if they made me have a date to the dance 'it would inspire me that boys aren't so bad.' Now don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with guys because they don't care about what you're wearing, how your makeup looks, or how well your nails are painted. And I appreciate that, it's just I see them as friends, not 'cute'.

Ok now out of my thoughts and into the present, it's Friday morning at 6:30 in the morning. Time to wake up and get ready for school. I yawn and hop out of bed and walk over to my closet and pick out a nice shirt and some jeans. Looks good to me, I think and I walk over to the bathroom and take a quick shower and get dressed. I then go to the mirror and think ugh makeup. I decide to just put on some lip gloss. That's good enough for me, I think. I then walk out into the hallway and downstairs into the kitchen. I sit down at the table with my dad who is reading a newspaper. "Good morning, Tara." He says to me politely.

"Hi dad," I reply, "Did you make any waffles?"

"I sure did" he chuckles.

"Ok thanks, dad." I say as I walk over to the waffle maker that has a plate of fresh waffles next to it. I pick up one and put it on a plate I pulled out from the cupboard. I grab a bottle of syrup out of the cupboard and pour it generously over my waffle. I then grab a fork and a knife from a drawer and begin eating. My mom then walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Hi mom!" I say to her as she grabs a waffle from the plate and begins to eat it.

"Hi, Tara," she replies, "I have to go to work. I have a long day at work today. A tiger got a bad cut on its paw from the fence." She then grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. Oh yeah, maybe I should explain. My mom is a vet in a zoo nearby, so she takes care of a lot of cool animals. I love hanging out at work with her after school, it's where I usually do my homework when there isn't anything to major going on in her office.

I finish up my waffle and clean off my plate and put it into then dishwasher. "Bye, dad!" I say as I pick up my backpack and lunch box, "I need to catch the bus!"

"Bye, Tara!" He yells back, "Have a good day sweetie!" I then open the door and step out onto our front steps. I close the door behind me quickly and walk to my bus stop that is a little bit down the street. My actual not popular friend, Hannah, is waiting there. "Hi Hannah!" I say happily.

"Hey, Tara," she replies, "Are you going to the dance tonight?"

"I wish I wasn't," I reply sourly, "I am being forced to go with a boy by the popugirls." That's what we call my popular 'friends.'

"Oh, that's not fun," she says, "I'm going with my group of buddies." Oh yeah that reminds me. I'm secret friends with Hannah, nobody knows we're friends because my 'friends' don't like me hanging out with the lower class and her friends might tell the whole school if they knew, and eventually the popugirls would notice and carry out their threat. And that scares both of us, so we just hang out secretly with secret chats and sleepovers. I really appreciate my friendship with Hannah because she is the only sane person out there it seems.

The bus arrives a few minutes later and Hannah and I hop on the bus. At this point, we must abandon each other so nobody knows about our friendship. I really wish my life wasn't this complicated. But of course, it is.