Installment One

The story I am about to tell you is not made up, is not some fiction I created in my mind. This story is about the people closest to me, the ones I love dearly. These are my true feelings, true conversations, true places, true people, true events. This story is real. This story is my life.
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I woke up with a start. Groping with my hand for the alarm clock, I hit the snooze button and rolled back over under the covers. “Why on earth did I set the alarm on a Saturday?” I asked myself. Then I remembered. It was the day I was going bowling! I jumped out of bed and proceeded to gather up my large pile of junk I really didn’t need but was bringing with me anyways. My best friend, Rebecca Cameron, had invited me to go out for pizza and bowling with her youth group. I was so excited! After we were done bowling, I was spending the night at her house. I mean come on! What could be better then having a night full of awesomeness, then staying up all night giggling about boys and the latest shopping spree and spreading high school and middle school gossip? And it was a chance to meet Andy, a guy I had added on Facebook that went to Becca’s youth group. Anyways, for some [annoying] reason, Becca found the whole idea largely amusing, and kept giggling about the idea. Woo hoo, I was meeting a teenage guy. Big deal. Yeah…I had never been more wrong in my entire life.

It all started in late October, early November sometime, when I got a random friend request from this guy named Andy Mehaffey on Facebook. When Becca got home from school that day, I called and asked her about it.
“Who is Andy Mehaffey?” I asked.
“He’s a boy from my youth group. Why? Did he add you?” She answered back.
“Yeah…”
“Oh, you should add him! He’s really nice and sweet!” Said Becca, giggling. “and he thinks you’re cute.”
At this my eyes got wide and I caught myself making a gasping sound.
“really? He really thinks that?”
“Haha, yup,” giggled Becca again.
“Oh…”
“But you should still add him! Like I said, he’s a really nice guy, and you two have like, a million things in common! You guys could be really good friends!”
“Ok ok, I’ll add him. Besides, you know I love meeting knew people,” I said.
At this, we started changing the subject, and talked about the normal girly things we always talked about. I then accepted the request, still slightly wary of the idea.

Later that night, I was watching “The Incredible Hulk”(ya know, the old TV series from the 70s. Really fake and cheesy), extremely excited and impatient to leave. The minutes seemed to drag on for hours. Man, I wish God had made time go faster on days like this! I went upstairs to get ready. I straightened my long, blond hair, put on my makeup(probably a little too heavy, now that I think about it), and changed my clothes. Then, I donned my fedora, grabbed my pile of stuff, and went downstairs.
“wow, you look like you’re going to some trendy teen youth event,” said my dad as I walked into the kitchen.
“What’s THAT suppose to mean?!” I questioned my father defensively.
“He just meant that you’re dressed differently and such, which is normal when you’re going somewhere,” said my mom, joining the conversation.
“Oh…ok,” I said.
“Just remember, if you see any boys looking at you, make funny faces at them and scare them off,” said my dad with a big grin. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. With that, we said goodbye to my dad, my mom explaining where we were going, and left.

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so this is all i have at the moment.....tell me if it's good or not. and sorry for any grammar errors, i really dont care if its "proper" or not.