So, I got some explaining to do (obviously.) The day I was meant to update was my last day of school, and I had a party to go to after until the end of the night. Next day, I go to my laptop and theres a VIRUS. LIKE HONESTLY. I am so sorry to all my readers who have been waiting on this so long. Had to get a new laptop, then rewrite it all, update my files... Just ugh.

Theres one more little thing, I'm going overseas for two weeks starting Saturday. YEP. So I'm not updating for a long time. I can't bring my laptop (ughhhhh) so I'm going to be writing on the plane. I apologize again for all this crap going on. When I get back, I WILL WRITE.

-Erica

My eyes were filled with tears so much I nearly had to pull over to see properly. My eyeliner was fucked up in seconds, and the girls stayed quiet, in awe as to what had just happened. I still couldn't believe it either. Did Eddie just… break up with me?

I can't believe it. I did nothing wrong! It's all…

"I HATE YOU GUYS! ITS ALL YOUR GOD DAMN FAULT!" I yelled.

Completely ignoring me, Nastasia looked in the rear view window and said quietly, "The guy isn't there anymore…"

"I. Don't. Care. I'd rather be in the hospital because of that guy then to be where I am now." I interrupted.

Kylie butted in, "Well actually it's all his fault, if he hadn't-"

"WHAT? Gone to school in America? Called me? He did nothing! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT YELLED AT ME. And Nastasia, why would you answer the call? My life is none of your business," I snapped.

At a red light, I hit my head on the top of the wheel repeatedly mumbling, "I'm such a moron."

I am, and I always will be. I always screw things up. College parties never do anything right for you they just fuck everything. My relationship with Eddie will never be right unless we're living under the same roof, which I can't seem to let go! I'm an adult and I have to forget about Anubis. About my friends, about the mysteries, everything. My life will never be perfect and I need to accept that. If Eddie really doesn't want to go out with me then so be it.

"Patricia… it's green."

"I don't give a shit, you drive," I muttered, getting out of the car and walking around the other side.

When we got back, I immediately went to the washroom at took a cold shower. In a hot shower you can't feel your tears. When I'm sad, I want to cry and know I'm crying. It's confusing, but whatever.

When I got out, Nastasia was just dozing off, and Kylie was sitting in bed on her phone.

I went to my little desk in the corner and turned on my laptop. I mustered up all my courage and went to Skype. Hopefully Eddie hasn't gone to school yet-

Wait, what am I doing? I would just look desperate if I called him, right? He broke up with me. If he wants to talk about it he'll Skype me.

Slowly, I shut my laptop, crawled into bed, and eventually cried myself to sleep.

Hey, it's been almost two weeks. Two weeks since that one crazy night, the night where I was in my first crazy ass car chase, my first college party… The night I broke up with Eddie.

I've been taking it pretty well actually. I've been to a few more parties, I've definitely been wearing Nastasia and Kylie's clothing more. And the best part is, I'm slowly starting to forget all about Anubis.

The one thing I need to do: Get STONED. And I mean fucking STONED.

It will be the one thing that will totally take my mind off everything Anubis. I even promised myself never to say the word Anubis again, but you know I'm writing it right now.

As I step out from another cold shower, I dry my hair and put my regular clothes on: dark skinny jeans, a grey long-sleeved midway crop (which I surprisingly own) and a pair of Nastasia's black heels. See? I'm dressing like them while still being me.

When I'm finished, I look up and the fogged mirror and wipe it all away with my hand, so I could see my face.

I saw something like this in a movie. If you look at yourself long enough in the mirror, and say your name repeatedly, you'll get really confused and not even remember the thing you've been repeated for the past three minutes. I should do that if- WHEN- I get drunk.

I open the drawer and take out my best friend, my curling iron. Wait, if I'm trying to reinvent myself, I should do my hair differently. But I love my curled hair! Ah dammit.

Caving in with myself, I take out Nastasia's hair straightener.

Strightening hair takes a lot longer than curling my friend. I probably got my scalp burnt like three times and I'm positive I have split ends. But whatever, I look hot.

After applying my makeup and cleaning up after myself (I am a neat freak and proud bitch,) I get out of the washroom and throw my towel in my laundry basket.

"Ehem," I heard behind me. I turned around to see Kylie looking me up and down like some stupid lesbian. "You look good, Trish."

"Trish?"

"Yeah it fits the new you," she explained.

I shrugged and went over to my laptop to check my email.

"You know we're good enough to get in a sorority, now that you're like us," she said. Comments like that from Kylie surprisingly don't affect me anymore. I just shrug it off like nothing happened. I got used to it I guess.

"Well you can go, and I'll just stay here. I really don't want to be in a sorority. I'll just partner up with some nerdy graphic designer with nothing better to do with her life," I smiled nice and wide (and fake for that matter) just so they would get the point.

"Why not?" Nastasia walked in from the washroom with a towel wrapped around her petite frame and her dark brown hair dripping wet. "You want to forget all about your little friends back at your high school? Join a sorority. Make new friends!"

"But you guys are my friends," I mumbled.

"Yeah but you need some more your still eating ice cream and watching Degrassi re runs." Kylie pointed out.

"So? What if I feel like going American for a couple days? There's nothing wrong with degrassi! There's this really hot punk guy named Eli-"

"Oh my god Patricia!" Nastasia sort of yelled, "Your boyfriend was American and now your obsessed with them." She turned to Kylie with her eyes bugged out, "We must get this girl in a sorority."

"Is there a punk sorority?" I asked hopefully.

Kylie glared at me, "Like, haven't you learned anything?"

Okay, maybe I don't like these bitches.