“Come on, your life can’t be that bad.” Tally groaned as she collapsed onto my bed, rolling her eyes as she sank.

I glared over at her and raised my eyebrows. “Wanna bet?” I growled, starting to sketch a random person on the paper in front of me. “I have a whole list of things that are wrong in my life.”

“Write them down then. Show me.”

“Seriously?”

“Right now.”

With a sigh, I pulled out a new piece of paper and began to write.
1. My parents are divorced.

2. The man I love is currently dating a super-prep cheerleader

3. My dad’s wedding is in a month and I don’t have any clue who the bride is.

4. My only friends are the super-genius, the almost-prep girl, skater chick, two pyros and a pair of crazy twins.

5. My dog is the only one who cares about me when my friends aren’t around.

The list went on and on, reaching to somewhere in the fifties, I grew tired of writing the numbers. Tally had been bent over me the whole time I wrote. When I finally put down the pencil and she pulled away.

“So, that’s all?”

“Yup.”

She nodded and stabbed a finger onto the paper, his fingernail on top of the one. “I have one more question.”

“Why?” I snarled, I had done this stupid list, what more did she want?!

“All I want to know, is either one, are you just going to sit on your ask (Our slang term for the well-known swear.) or two, I want to know, what are you going to do to change all of this?"