She always said, that she is no goth and that she only wears black, because black makes slim. But we all knew, that she was lying!

Everytime, when she tried to say this sentence, I answered teasingly: ” Sure? Seems to not work with you!”

In my lovely violett beanbag sat Sindy, the average girl.

A girl with love for tight blouses and hotpants. Blonde and dumb.

But she is not dumb, because she is blonde!

Once she was just like me, you know, just normal.

But then it hit her, the train of love.

God damn it, even now she sat in my beanbag and used my homephone to speak with her lover, while she wrote him one sms per second with her other hand.

Good, that she has only two hands. I always hoped, that this love-thing sometime would end.

And I’m always near the puke, when I try to listen to her phonecalls.

Don’t see it wrong, I don’t want to talk about envy! I…I…I’m not jealous!

Argh, think what you want! At least her mobile was cool, just the newest of the new, and it had this glittering star on its backside.

And my third friend sat with her filthy ass at my desk on my office chair.

Her name? Viktoria, Vikkie or like I call her sometimes, the red haired Valkyria.

She is my friend, but it’s more a hate-love.

I don’t know why she always tried to make my life more difficult and I don’t know why I do the same things with her.

Our friendship is hard to describe.

So, Vikkie was at my desk and she did what she always did, to my dismay.

She painted her fingernails with my, yeah you hear right, my lacquer! Everytime, this happens everytime!

And I’ve already lost the interest to stop her. On the other side I’ve started to use her lacquer, when we were at her home.

Hey, lacquer isn’t for free and at least I can say, that we share as friends!

Still fully loaded, I closed the door behind me with my foot and went over to my desk.

I stood near to Vikkie and bent down a bit, to deposit the glasses, but unfortunately slipped the bottle of coke under my right arm away and fell down.