This chapter is full of flashbacks and Britt talking to you the audience // thinking to herself.
Why gosh. Sammi and Diana you people are like co-authors. Forget auditions, you two are hired. Hey. Thanks for being the best friends anyone could ask for.
Ya know, I remember being bubbly. Well... how could I forget, ya know? I am a memory freak.
I remember being the girl versions of Louis Tomlinson and Josh Chomik. I remember being bubbly, talkative, smiley, happy, cheerful, silly, etc. I remember being me.
"Dani..." I typed into the Wattpad messenger.
"Yah?" she replied
"I'm not gonna be on for a while."I frowned as I typed. "I'm sorry."
After two minutes of no reply, I decided to text Sammi.
"Hi!" she texted back
I managed a small smile. "I got some bad news." I frowned again
"Like what?" she asked, I could tell she was worried.
"I'm not gonna be on for a while. I'm sorry." And with that, I pressed "send."
I held onto the home button and put my phone to sleep.
I sighed. Was this the right thing to do?
END OF FLACKBACK!
And I haven't talked to them since. Kinda sad isn't?
Oh my gosh. I sound like Connor Franta. OMC!
Sorry, back to my point.
Being me felt so good. I was confident in my personality, and that was it really. But my personality was mine and I owned it.
But now I'm ashamed of my old self and can't stand it.
So now I refuse to even speak.
It's sad. Such a happy-go-lucky girl met society, and she let it ruin her.