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voice was totally different than what I expected. She gave off that Blair Waldorf vibe, but in an upstanding way, not in an “I’ll destroy you through an anonymous gossip website” way. But her voice wasn’t sweet and nice; it was actually low and husky. It was the kind of voice a Bond girl would have.
“Um, I’m Holly,” I said.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” Cora said. “I hate doing this auction and you made it a lot less embarrassing this year.”
“No, it was my pleasure.”
Cora stood there awkwardly, like she was mentally debating with herself and then she finally said, “Would you like to maybe hang out sometime?”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: making friends is hard . It isn’t like trying to get a boyfriend where you can just say, “Hey, will you be my boyfriend?” You can’t just walk up to a girl that you think is cool and say, “Hey, let’s be best friends.” You just become friends through some strange ritual that I don’t understand. You have to ask her out on “friend” dates to go get pedicures or brunch and hope that she says yes because she wants to hang out with you and not because she likes brunch.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I said.
Cora asked for my phone number and then texted me so I’d have her number and then left. Once the auction was over, we didn’t stay much longer. Ivy’s feet hurt after her first evening wearing Manolo Blahnik’s. But while we were leaving, I could’ve sworn I saw Jude Law wink at Ivy and me.
I should really start taking care of my mental health. I’ve obviously begun to hallucinate.
April 7 th , 9:00am—Muscle Universe Gym and Tanning
I woke up this morning before the sun had even come up with the sudden, overwhelming urge to go to the gym. This, of course, startled me as I’ve never EVER wanted to go to the gym in my life. I immediately took my temperature and checked myself for any kind of rash or other signs of sickness. I couldn’t find anything obvious, but I knew that something had to be wrong with me.
I knocked on my mom’s bedroom door, vaguely hoping that she would be awake even though it was six o’clock in the morning. “Mom?” I said into the door, my lips almost kind of smashed up against the painted wood. “Are you up? I think I might be sick.”
Okay, okay. I knew I wasn’t sick. Not really. I just really was looking for some kind of excuse to not go to the gym, even if I did have some kind of strange urge to go. I mean, I can’t go to the gym while sick. I’ll spread my germs around with other people’s germs and maybe we’ll create a super plague like in that movie Contagion.
I heard some mumbling from the other side of the door and eventually, “Holly? Did you need something?”
I opened the door and stepped into my mom’s room, which was dark and still had the faint scent of incense. “Mom, I think I’m sick.”
“So you said,” Mom murmured from under the covers of her bed. “Come over here so I can feel your forehead.”
Of all the “Mom” phrases in the world “Come over here so I can feel your forehead” must be at the top of the list. Followed by “If you take it out, put it back” and “Do I have to do everything around here?”
I walked over to the side of the bed and my mom’s arm flung itself out from underneath its blanket prison and she placed it on my head gently. “You’re perfectly normal,” she said flatly and without surprise. She peered out at me from underneath her covers. “What feels sick? Your throat? Your stomach?”
You know how in movies the actresses always wake up in the morning in that perfect “I’m not wearing any makeup” look, but really they have been airbrushed to perfection and are wearing a pound of mascara? My mom actually looks like that in the morning. But you know it is all-natural because she doesn’t even own tinted lip balm, let alone blush.
“I just don’t feel like myself. I woke up and I wanted
“Um, I’m Holly,” I said.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” Cora said. “I hate doing this auction and you made it a lot less embarrassing this year.”
“No, it was my pleasure.”
Cora stood there awkwardly, like she was mentally debating with herself and then she finally said, “Would you like to maybe hang out sometime?”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: making friends is hard . It isn’t like trying to get a boyfriend where you can just say, “Hey, will you be my boyfriend?” You can’t just walk up to a girl that you think is cool and say, “Hey, let’s be best friends.” You just become friends through some strange ritual that I don’t understand. You have to ask her out on “friend” dates to go get pedicures or brunch and hope that she says yes because she wants to hang out with you and not because she likes brunch.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I said.
Cora asked for my phone number and then texted me so I’d have her number and then left. Once the auction was over, we didn’t stay much longer. Ivy’s feet hurt after her first evening wearing Manolo Blahnik’s. But while we were leaving, I could’ve sworn I saw Jude Law wink at Ivy and me.
I should really start taking care of my mental health. I’ve obviously begun to hallucinate.
April 7 th , 9:00am—Muscle Universe Gym and Tanning
I woke up this morning before the sun had even come up with the sudden, overwhelming urge to go to the gym. This, of course, startled me as I’ve never EVER wanted to go to the gym in my life. I immediately took my temperature and checked myself for any kind of rash or other signs of sickness. I couldn’t find anything obvious, but I knew that something had to be wrong with me.
I knocked on my mom’s bedroom door, vaguely hoping that she would be awake even though it was six o’clock in the morning. “Mom?” I said into the door, my lips almost kind of smashed up against the painted wood. “Are you up? I think I might be sick.”
Okay, okay. I knew I wasn’t sick. Not really. I just really was looking for some kind of excuse to not go to the gym, even if I did have some kind of strange urge to go. I mean, I can’t go to the gym while sick. I’ll spread my germs around with other people’s germs and maybe we’ll create a super plague like in that movie Contagion.
I heard some mumbling from the other side of the door and eventually, “Holly? Did you need something?”
I opened the door and stepped into my mom’s room, which was dark and still had the faint scent of incense. “Mom, I think I’m sick.”
“So you said,” Mom murmured from under the covers of her bed. “Come over here so I can feel your forehead.”
Of all the “Mom” phrases in the world “Come over here so I can feel your forehead” must be at the top of the list. Followed by “If you take it out, put it back” and “Do I have to do everything around here?”
I walked over to the side of the bed and my mom’s arm flung itself out from underneath its blanket prison and she placed it on my head gently. “You’re perfectly normal,” she said flatly and without surprise. She peered out at me from underneath her covers. “What feels sick? Your throat? Your stomach?”
You know how in movies the actresses always wake up in the morning in that perfect “I’m not wearing any makeup” look, but really they have been airbrushed to perfection and are wearing a pound of mascara? My mom actually looks like that in the morning. But you know it is all-natural because she doesn’t even own tinted lip balm, let alone blush.
“I just don’t feel like myself. I woke up and I wanted
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