"So are you gonna go to the party, Clary?" my best friend Sarah asked. "Depends on when my parents get out." I replied, giving only half my attention to the conversation. I was the leader of the most popular group in school. I brush my brown hair back and look at my group. Sarah was watching me, twirling her blonde hair with her baby blue eyes looking innocent. Next there was Lilly, she was your typical airhead. Then the couple others I couldn't remember the names to. I blew a bubble with my gum and looked around, suddenly uninterested in the party planning for that Friday night. I freeze as my eyes graze past a guy and I start to stare at him. "uh, Clare, if you wanna stop ogling that guy, then that would be okay with us." Sarah said and the rest of them snickered. I snap my attention back to her and felt a sudden anger towards her. "uh, Sar, if you wanna stop acting like a b*tch, then that would be okay with us." I snapped back at her and the group started laughing like magpies. I quicked a glance back at the guy, but he was gone. "well I'm not the one acting like a b*tch right now, am I?" Sarah said, I looked at her and saw the hurt in the usually cold girls eyes. "I'm sor-" I was about to apologize but then realized how bad it would be for my repl. "forget it, Sar." I waved her off. I was still pretty shaken from that guy. "Clary, you look kinda sick." Lilly said to me. I felt kinda sick. I remember now why that guy shakes me up so much. I've seen him before. He died four years ago.
I know nobody reads my story's, but if you ever do somehow stumble across this, what do you think so far?