Life in the Friend Zone

The Friend Zone is a real place. It is like a cross between a boarding school and a hospital. And Dakota Fenway knows it all too well. She entered the friend zone for the first time when she was in fourth grade. She is one of the only girls. The Friend Zone is a mind set, not a physical place. It connects all the minds together who are in the friend zone and you stay there until you break away from the friend. You are told no one has ever broken through the friend zone into something more because it would upset the balance. Dakota has entered in the friend zone once again during her senior year two weeks before prom. She is determined to get her friend Harry Warren to see her as more then a good friend. And no one, not even the Heads of Fate, are going to stop her. Watch as she jumps between the real world and Friend Zone and adds her own sarcastic touch.


5. A Day in the Friend Zone

    I go to bed in the real world, and wake up in the Friend Zone. My eyes look up at the bland white ceiling and I blow a strand out of my face carelessly. This summer, all I'm thinking about is Damon. Don't get me wrong, he is a great friend. We really bonded and he told me all about how horrible public junior high. I complained about private school. We asked each other for advice about dating. But he was kind of cute, especially with that mop of curls on his head that left girls drooling. But he saw me as a friend. I got out of bed and grabbed the blue clothes that reminded me of scrubs off the drawer. I don't understand why we need Zone-Issued clothing, but whatever. Of course my body in the friend zone was hungry. I went down to the cafeteria. 
    Food choices included: salad, water, and meat that looked gray. You'd think a mind palace like the Friend Zone could put together some type of edible food. I picked at my food as announcements were made and people were led out for mind scanning or  therapy meetings. They tried me to do those things but I always found ways to squirm out of them. I sighed and threw out the tray that still had food on it. 
    I went back to my room, which I had added a little personality to. I would steal markers from Brenda's office and draw on my walls. I was a bit of an artist, so I drew people I had in the Friend Zone. One was an okay drawing from fourth grade of Jesse and had Jesse written in bubble letters above it. The other one was one I drew was of Aaron. I had drawn it the day after the dance. I had written his name in an ACDC type of lettering. I picked up a marker and wrote Damon in cursive. Then I drew his face, almost crying in the process. I just don't know what it is about me that makes me a friend-type and not a girlfriend-type. I drew his mop of curly hair and happy, carefree smile. I smiled and put the marker away, admiring my work. 
    My room was boring, but in all honesty, everyone's was. There were bars instead of doors that could only be opened by the people that worked here. The walls were all bare white except for one that was black, which was, me sleeping in the real world. Then I had a little cot with pink sheets. I had tried to get them to give me blue sheets but the sexist ways of the Friend Zone state that girls get pink sheets and boys get blue sheets. There was a screen that showed information about me. Today it said:
    Name: Dakota Fenway
    Age: 14
    Description: Brown hair, tan skin, green eyes
    Gender: Female
    Current Reason of Being in Friend Zone: Damon; likes her as friend and it was made clear when he began asking Dakota for advice on girl's he liked
    Personality: Attitude, Sarcastic, Does not Respect Authority
    I rolled my eyes at the part about not respecting authority. Jesus, people who work in the friend zone are not authority. 
    Suddenly I heard a ringing and I was in the real world. I rubbed my eyes and saw that my phone was illuminated. Carry was calling me. She and Aaron had been fighting a little bit the past week and came to me to talk about their problems. 
    "Hello?" I asked into the phone.
    "Dakota! Thank god you are still awake." Yeah, because answering the phone in a tired voice totally means your still awake. "I have something important to tell you!"
    "Okay, please begin." I said, trying to stay awake. 
    "A couple minutes ago..." Carry trailed off. I rolled my eyes and looked at my phone to see it was 11 PM.
    "Carry get it out already!" I replied, trying to hold back the annoyance.
    "Aaron kissed me."  she said quickly, except I heard every word.
    "What? Give me the freaking details!" I said back excitedly. 
    "Well, we went on a date tonight. We went to a horror movie. Since it was rated PG-13, none of our parents had to come. Then our parents were going to pick us up after, separately. Well, the movie ended, and both of our moms were running late. He held my hand and told me to look at him. Then he said that he loved me, and that he didn't want to lose me because of the fighting we'd been having. And then..." Carry trailed off again. 
    "God dammit Carry!" I almost yelled. 
    "Then he leaned in, and I leaned in, and we kissed right there outside the movie theater."
    "So, what's the problem?" I asked, confused.
    "I'm just scared I'm thinking too fast."
    "Carry, don't worry. If you're meant to be, it'll work, but if you're not, oh well. Just let fate take its course." I said, trying to shake the nerves off her. 
    "Thanks Dakota." she said and hung up. I put the phone down and went back to sleep, only to wake up in the friend zone once more. 
    "Lunch time!" the speaker lady, who I had named Jessica, yelled cheerfully. The bars disappeared and I stepped out only to enter the cafeteria. Well, someone didn't think I could be trusted. 
    Yeah, people who the Friend Zone doesn't trust can never venture the hallways because they think they'll try and get through The Maze. 
    The Maze was the only way you could exit the Friend Zone. It was nearly impossible, but if you get through, the barrier between you and your interest disappears. You actually have a good chance at forming a relationship. And the Friend Zone people will never bother you again, that is, until you get friend-zoned by someone again, which is exactly why I never attempted to escape. Because what was the point if I would probably get in the Friend Zone a month or two later. 
    I picked at my peanut butter-oh i'm sorry, allergy rules-sun butter and jelly sandwich. I don't know how, but the cafeteria staff had managed to get the bread slightly soggy with grease as if it was a hamburger. I drank down my glass of water and was about to leave when a random woman I never knew stopped me. 
    "You have an appointment for mind-scanning," she glanced at her clipboard, "Dakota Fenway."
    "I hate those! Why can't I have one next week instead?" I complained. 
    "Sorry, rules are rules!" She stared walking and I followed behind her. We wound through hallway after hallway after hallway. What is it with the Friend Zone and hallways? She opened the door to a mind-scanning room, and I gulped.
    Mind-scanning was this thing that the Friend Zone did to try and brainwash you into not liking your person. It didn't work most of the time, 
but they kept doing it. It was one of the most painfully uncomfortable things ever.
    "Okay, just sit down in the chair, Dakota." 
    "Yeah, yeah, I know!" I said swatting the lady's hands away.
    I sat down in the device that resembled those hair domes you see at salons. She strapped my wrists and ankles down. and she stuck the wires coming from the dome onto different pinpoints on my forehead. I immediately got that feeling that someone was searching my mind. It is one of the weirdest feelings I have ever experienced in my life. It's like having someone force you to share all your secrets. I really hope I don't meet any mind readers, because I will get pissed if someone starts reading my mind. As soon as the lady pressed a button, my eyes shut. 
    Images flashed through my mind of Jesse, Aaron, and Damon. Every moment of me being with them flashed threw in seconds. I knew the woman was looking at all these on a separate screen. I held onto them as hard as I could, making sure she couldn't get them out of my mind. Then, as soon as it started it ended. My eyes shot open and I got up as soon as she released the restraints. I sighed in relief. Then she opened the door and as soon as I stepped out of my cell. Seriously, do I really seem that untrustworthy? I picked up a marker and drew a big Segway. I grinned at the photo and looked at the time. Finally! Free time! 
    During free time we can request things we would use in the real world and they are brought here for one our before they go back. "IPOD!!!" I yell cheerfully and my iPod appears on my bed along with my earbuds I had wrapped around them before I went to bed. I turn on my music and smile. 
    I had always loved the music that really made me feel emotion when I heard it. If it made me smile, cry, or laugh, I loved the song forever. I switched on Fix You by Coldplay and cried as the song played, then Teenage Kings by Emblem3 came on, and I smiled, and then the Legend of Zelda Rap came on by Smosh came on, and I laughed. I loved how much music could change how I was feeling in three minutes and forty seconds. 
    Before I knew it the buzzer went off and my iPod disappeared. "Dinner!" Jessica yelled. Oh great, because I just love mystery meat and cooked corn that has gone cold. So I did what I always did. I didn't go. But of course, I knew Brenda would notice. She always notices when people tried to miss meals. This ordeal happened everyday at dinner. 
    "NO!" I protested, clenching the doorway as Brenda tried to get me to go to dinner. 
    "You need to eat dinner, Dakota!" she yelled. 
    "It's not even food! It won't make a difference!" I yelled. 
    "Dakota! Let go of the doorway this instant!" 
    "Never!" I whispered to her. 
    "This is not funny!" 
    "I may as well be glued to this doorway."
    "Dakota Fenway you," tug. "will," tug. "come," I felt my fingers starting to give up. Seriously body, agree with my mind for once. "NOW!" my grasp on the doorway released and I was dragged into the cafeteria.
    "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! You monster!" I yelled over-dramatically, bringing my hand to my forehead as she dragged me to the lunch line and stood me up. 
    "This is madness, Dakota!" she said to me. I grinned mischievously before putting a serious face on. Everyone was looking at me. 
    "Madness, Brenda? This is not madness!" I paused for effect before lifting my tray in the air. "THIS! IS! SPARTAAAAAA!!!!!!!" I yelled before cracking the tray over my knee. 
    "Dakota, why do we have to do this every. Single. Dinner. Why?" Brenda said, rubbing her temples in frustration.
    "Because it's fun, and I really don't like dinner."
    "Well, it's the rules."
    "I have no rules. Don't tell me what to do with my life, BRENDA!" 
    "Dakota, for the last time, my name is not Brenda."
    "Well, it's more interesting then being nameless."
    "Dakota, please stop. You're-" 
    "Dakota, please stop, you're just embarrassing yourself." I said, quoting her. "Yadda yadda yadda. You've told me a million times." I got in line for food and sat down. Brenda stood right behind me. I looked at her and obnoxiously shoved food in my mouth. 
    "Happy Brenda?" I said, sticking out my tongue to reveal chewed food. "Can I go now?"
    "You are so disgusting Miss Fenway. Just go to your room."
    "Yes!" I said punching my fist in the air." 
    "But," she began and I put the fist down, "Lights out as soon as you step in there.
    "What? No fair!" 
    "You heard me, now go." I left angrily and went straight through the cafeteria doors and as soon as I placed one foot outside the door I was in my room. I got into the bed and went to sleep.
    And that, my friends, is what every day is basically like in pris-i mean,the Friend Zone.
Hello people! I just got into this story so much that I needed to update it again! 
Please comment what you think! 
Also, I just want to thank the 7 people who favorited my story. I didn't think anyone would read this. It was just an idea I got randomly. 
Peace, Love, and Twix!


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