Will I Shake This Off, Pretend It's All Okay?

I am in the best class known to MAN.

Not ONLY are we shoved into the PAC, not ONLY do I have Krease and the rest of my homies in my class, but I also have MR. FREAKIN' HOLLOWAY as a form tutor.

SCORE.

Book Day was bookish. As expected.

Gave in books, and stuff. Met new classmates, and stuff. Listened to speeches, and stuff. Went home, and stuff.

So, I dragged ma crew to my house, for major make up and cloth putting on sessions. It rained, on the way home, leaving us drenched and looking slightly bedraggled. So we removed our flip flops, and paddled our way home through to massing puddles. Chez moi, hair straightening commenced, breaking my wardrobe started, and eyeliner was applied. We transported ourselves downstairs for mucho breakfast eating (Crunchy Nut and toast. Yum.), and eagerly awaited the arrival of Marios.

He arrived.

We went back upstairs, were joined by the rest of the Motley Crew, broke my room to pieces (although, not the bed, as that was already broken. Joe.) and clambered into a multiple of cars, driven by the lovely parentals of Steven, and arrived, at last, at Amber's.

We were met by a completely dressed Lois, a half dressed Hannah, and an utterly undressed Amber. Pizza, and more people soon arrived, and the Pimms drinking commenced. My wand AND my snorkel were stolen, but luckily, they were retrived. At last, Lucia and her comrades arrived, wielding many a felt tip. This girl is OBVIOUSLY my N.B.F., because she gave me THICK, SCENTED FELT TIPS. Move out the way, Krease. No, I'm kidding, I love you really. Shut up, Cassie.

The rest of the evening became slightly blurred after this, but consisted mainly of:

• Sitting on people.
• Being sat on.
• Searching for more to drink.
• Being drawn on.
• Comforting drunkards.
• Introducing my stalker to people over and over again.
  
• Telling everyone I loved them.
• Losing my phone.
• Making stalker do his creepy laugh.
• Losing the snorkel.
• Being molested AGAIN (you have to stop doing that).
• Seeing who remembered my name. Only Barnes did. Bless 'im.

I can't remember anything else. But all in all, a good party was had by all.

The rest of the group straggled home, leaving a few of us to sleepover.

Well, I say sleep. It's kind of difficult when you have three over excitable twits laughing insanely at absolutely NOTHING till dawn. I shall kill you all. Mwah.