Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 22: My July 9 goes like this-

I yawned, "Ten days and I still can't forget about it."

"Forget about what?" Kylie asked me.

I collapsed on my bed, "About what happened nine days ago, July 9."

"Did something good happen?" She asked again.

I sat down, "I don't even know if it's good or bad."

"Does it have something to do with that brown-haired boy?" She asked again.

"You're only allowed to ask five questions, you asked three already." I told her, "And yep, how'd you know?"

"Just sensed it." She shrugged.

I pouted, "Why can't I take my mind of it!"

"What exactly did happen?" She asked me.

"Well..." I trailed off.

"Well?"

"I'll just do a flashback thingy so that all of us can understand."

"What flashback th—"

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"It's the July nine!" I squealed.

Kylie shifted in her sleep, "What the heck? Can a woman not sleep in peace?"

"A woman can, but not if you're with me in July nine!" I exclaimed, running to my bed and jumped on it.

"What exactly is so important in July nine?" She asked, sitting down while rubbing her eyes.

"It's the day I joined Cold Blooded Gang!" I exclaimed, jumping

"Really? How many years have you been here then?" She asked.

"Five years!" I exclaimed, "Can you believe it?"

"How old are you again?" Kylie asked.

"Sixteen." I replied with a giggle.

"You joined a gang when you were eleven?!" She exclaimed.

I giggled, "No, silly. I joined when I was twelve. I'm turning seventeen in February."

Her mouth formed and o while I burst out laughing.

"So... what're you're plans for today?" She asked me.

"I'm going to a special place where I can kill myself." I replied.

"What?!" She exclaimed.

"Gee, relax. It was a joke." I told her, rolling my eyes.

She sighed, "What time are you gonna go there?"

"In a few minutes." I said as I stood up and went over to my closet.

I picked out a plain white shirt, an oversized sky blue hoodie, and ripped jeans.

"I'm taking a shower." I told Kylie in a sing-song voice.

"I don't need to know." She replied in also a sing-song voice.

I giggled and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I tried to dry my hair in a fast way.

Keyword: tried.

Seriously, why are girls' hair so hard to dry? I mean, come on, isn't there any—

"Use a hair dryer, stupid." Kylie told me, snatching the towel from my hands.

"Oh." I said with a giggle.

I plugged in Kylie's hairdryer and used it— what else will I do with it? Throw it?