Trying to survive on your own

Another rainy Tuesday. As usual, after school we go home, eat dinner, then do our homework, study, and go to bed. Our life is so sweet and orderly that it makes me want to vomit! I made my bed carelessly and lay down on it. I wanted to think about my own life, the things that concern life, its nature and purpose. But as usual, my thoughts quickly turned to repeating English vocabulary. I have a test tomorrow. I'll probably get an A, as usual. I should be happy about this, but this is inhumane!! The end of the year is approaching. Everyone's cramming, and my situation is clear: 5:2. I'm not happy at all. Well, maybe a little... Lerek, Korek, and Helka are the same way. Everything moves at the same pace and rhythm. My whole life... I'm bored. Other girls my age go to parties, have fun, and ignore their studies, and me?? I'm wasting my youth!! Okay, I have to catch up with my group. After returning from school, I called Helka. She answered before I could even put the phone to my ear and said, or rather, yelled into the receiver:

"Hello! "

"Hi, Helka," I replied.

"What's the matter?" she asked, sounding a bit off-putting

. "We have to meet today!" I confessed. "With Lerek and Korek.

" "Why?" she asked again. "If we were supposed to come running at your every beck and call, it would be better for us to live together with you!

" "Hela, what happened?!!" I became concerned. "From the beginning of our conversation, you've been so... so... so mean to me!

" "And you were nice to me, saying that about me?!!" I don't know what she meant by that .

"What did I even say?

" "And you have the nerve to ask again?! You? My best friend? I'm disappointed in you!" she exclaimed, sobbing, and hung up the phone.

I have absolutely no idea what she meant. What did I say? Besides, I had nothing to say, because Helka has nothing on her conscience... I guess. And even if she does, I don't know! I left the house. I didn't really know where or why I was going, I often bumped into people. Suddenly, I heard hysterical laughter. I turned around abruptly. Behind me stood two girls I didn't know, who were practically doubled over laughing at the sight of me. When they calmed down a bit, I asked, "Is something wrong?" to which the intruders responded with another fit of laughter. I sat down on a park bench. The ringing of my cell phone snapped me out of my deep thoughts. Some number I don't have in my phone book. I wonder who it could be... I answered