A glimpse into the life of a not so normal teenaged girl. (This one’s for Faith.)

Hey everyone. I was thinking about how TAP isn’t shutting down, and about my friends here. You may find some similarities between yourself and the characters in this mini series. If you do, it’s a thanks for being here for me the whole time, but the experiences and relationships in this series have no real life meaning, unless they’re good, ‘cause then, yeah, we’re BFFs. Faith, this is for you.

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Hey Happi, how r u? Wanna come down town wid me? i need a dress for da dance My iPhone harrassed me with a message from needy best mates. Fai and I had known each other since year 4, but we hadn’t always gotten along. We started off as worst enemies, with everyone assuming we were friends or cousins or something, but, to be legit, I hated her bloody guts. To be placed in the same category as her was torture. Uugh, she annoyed the hell out of me. But when I was 10 she saved my bunny. Oh, shut up, Flopsy was my favourite bunny. It’s a troubling story, so I won’t get into the details, but, long story short, a bunny and a DVD player are a lethal mix, for both the rabbit and the machine.

I read through the message and sighed. I knew I couldn’t, ‘cause I was grounded for sneaking out to a Linkin Park concert I wasn’t supposed to go to, because I was grounded for going on a date with a guy 4 years older than me. I’m double grounded. Does one cancel out the other? Groaning, I stood up and opened my window. I swung my foot over the sill and held onto my mobile for dear life. What was another week on my sentence, if I’m doing 3 months already?

Fai was out the front of my little house in Kellyville Ridge, Sydney. Fai lived a block away, in a new suburb called The Ponds. I was personally quite jealous of where she lived because the houses were so new and nice and… glittery. I jogged over to her and we started to walk to Stanhope Village Centre. ‘We are being quick. You know full well I am, like, quadruple grounded for being such a darn good rebel. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to go to the dance.’ I said, rushing to get out of sight of the house. ‘Besides, there’s gonna be a ton of year sevens running around the place, setting things on fire, and a [removed] D.J that the SRC could only just scrape funds for. It’ll be absolute crap. It’s only Rivo, after all.’
Fai gasped and looked desfensive, because she was in the SRC and took pride in our school, even though I would rather douse the teacher’s toilet paper in Hydrochlorid acid and record them having sex in the sports store rooms, then post it on the school website. Not that I have done that. Not at all. ‘Oh, don’t be like that, you know it’s true,’ I snapped and she replied with a pierced tongue protuding from her perfect lips. Her lips weren’t the only perfect thing. Fai herself was perfect. Daily, she had about 3 year 7 and 8 kids asking her out or buying her a coffee from the canteen. She was Riverstone High School’s hottest most popular girl. Don’t get me wrong, I get loads of guys, even a teacher once. Neither Fai and I are virgins. It’s just that guys are a lot more scared of me that Fai. Even other year 12 guys.

‘Oooh, how about that dress?’ Fai asked as we stepped into Cotton On. She was holding a fluoro yellow number and trying to match it with pink leg warmers. I gasped. ‘Honey, if you wear that, you will solve your problem with those pesky year sevens that you want off your back. So, yeah, go ahead.’ I sneered. Fai replaced the items and shook her head, mumbling. We spent a few more minutes in Stanhope, but caught a bus to Rouse Hill Town Centre when we couldn’t find anything. A little bit of retail therapy is just what I needed. By the time we sat down, my feet felt like they had run a trialthalon shoeless on burning gravel. In the food court we sat down and ate Maccas. Fai had found a cute strapless black dress and some stilletos that strapped all the way up to her thighs, making her look more like a prostitute than the School Captain that she was. But Fai favours the [removed] look on occasion. This is an occasion, apparently.

When we finished our lunch, we looked in the pet shop, where my boyfriend works. The same boyfriend that is 4 years older than me. The one that I got grounded for dating. The one who is 21 whilst I am still 17. What can I say? While Fai might go for the [removed] look, I can be one if I really want to. The kitten enclosure was my favourite, so I went and patted one through the little cage. Engrossed in the ball of fur, I didn’t realise the man approaching me. I squealed as I was grabbed from behind.

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I hope you like it. I want to try and include as many people as possible from TAP into the story, but I might have to change the gender of a few people. There are only so many girls you can put into a story. Anyway, just comment and come up with a name (the more ironic the better) and character, and I will put you in for sure. Who wants to be the boyfriends of Fai Thompson and Happe Eyduk? And I also want a gay couple. BTW, AngelOfMusic, you are next.