"Mom, if you don't let me go i'll die!" Amanda scream throwing her palms to freckle covered face.
"Honey you aren't serious. It's Thanksgiving, why on earth would you even ask to go to a sleepover? And I've never even heard of this girl Carrie."
Of course you haven't heard of her, you're not in the tenth grade at Monroe High school. "I've mentioned her plenty of times Mom! You never listen to anything I say!"
"And so you've actually heard me tell you to pick up that disaster site of a bedroom? Holidays like Thanksgiving are for family. You're not intruding on Carrie's family dinner and you're not abandoning your own."
Amanda shook her head. She could tell her Mother that Carrie's parents weren't even going to be in town, but that wouldn't help her cause at all. Why couldn't her Mom understand that the Lunch Bunch was the girls to be friends with. They wore the cutest clothes, ate lunch on the best spot on the green and never had forzen yogurt go down the fronts of their tops because the guy they've like for years legit didn't see them.
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