"Hey, Sarah," said the bubbly girl's voice over the phone. She recognized the voice. It belonged to one of her closest friends, Tiffany Sanders. She could sound so ditzy sometimes.
"What do you want?" Sarah asked. But it sounded more like an accusation than a question.
There was a pause on the other end of the call, then Tiffany said "I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the mall. Maybe we could ..."
"Go to the mall? With you? Why the fuck would I do something like that?"
"What?" Tiffany asked. Truthfully, Sarah was asking herself the same question. It was happening again. She was talking like she was pissed off at her friend, just like earlier with her mom, but Sarah wasn't angry at anyone.
"You heard me. Go to the mall with your stupid bimbo friends and leave me the fuck alone."
There was silence on the other end of the call. But this time, there was no more talking after the pause. Sarah heard the line go dead, then she disconnected the call on her side before dropping the phone to the floor.
She opened her mouth in shock, about to ask herself out loud "What the hell is happening to me?" but instead said "Fucking bitch. Like I'd want to hang out with her and her stupid friends."
Her eyes went wide. But ... I'm one of her friends! she shouted in her head - the only place she could speak her mind, it seemed.
