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Today I sat in the backseat of a 2 door car.
I looked out the tiny window, as the other three girls in the car sat there too, laughing and giggling inanely. They were all looking at the manicures they just had done. I didn't want to have to look at mine so I put my gloves on. I was thinking how ridiculous it was that they made me go get my curly hair straightened, in order to curl it again. The three other girls starting singing that "Going to the chapel" song and looped it for 10 minutes straight, and were saying things like "This time tomorrow we'll be at the church!" "This time tomorrow we'll be at the reception!". And I instantly wanted to kill myself.
The only thing stopping me was that I was in the backseat of a 2 door car.
I looked out the tiny window, as the other three girls in the car sat there too, laughing and giggling inanely. They were all looking at the manicures they just had done. I didn't want to have to look at mine so I put my gloves on. I was thinking how ridiculous it was that they made me go get my curly hair straightened, in order to curl it again. The three other girls starting singing that "Going to the chapel" song and looped it for 10 minutes straight, and were saying things like "This time tomorrow we'll be at the church!" "This time tomorrow we'll be at the reception!". And I instantly wanted to kill myself.
The only thing stopping me was that I was in the backseat of a 2 door car.