By ZoE (Tori_Cakes@hotmail.com) Date: 11 June 1999
She sat by the door clutching her handbag,makeup once perfect now smeared all over her face (she didn't care anymore-that's what she told herself at least) She lit a cigarette and almost cried,this suddenly reminded her of high school when kids used to play cruel jokes on her. Popular boys (the ones you always wanted to look at you) would ask her out on a date and never show up. She'd be waiting for hours at her door and eventually she'd be horribly dissapointed and go back in through the horribly creaky screen door of her suburban house. She rubbed her eyes,her hands were now coated in mascara.She peeled off her stockings that were now covered in runs. She'd been waiting 3 hours for him now and felt pretty pathertic (almost as if she was re-living high school torture). That almost made her laugh.
There was a knock on her door and there he stood,not looking too much better than her. His hair was a mess and he was wearing ripped up jeans."I'm sorry I'm late", he said "You look very nice!" in a most unsarcastic tone. She started to think how strange life was....