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Local girl, Steph Cleary, has this morning woken to find her notification tab filled with a slew of friend requests from girls she’s never even heard of before.
After staring perplexed at her screen for ten minutes and trying to wrack her thumping prune of a brain, it hit her. These were the 3 girls she made best friends with in the bathroom last night.
“Whhhyyy am I like this?” She moaned to herself.
“Every time. Why can’t I just go to the toilet to go to the toilet?”
“Instead of going there and making friends with randoms I wouldn’t usually look twice at.”
“Fuck sake, Steph. Get it together.”
It’s understood that just as Steph had finished her groany tirade of self-loathing, she received a message from an unknown number.
“Steph, it was so good to meet you last night! Let me know if you still want to go to the movies tonight. Also, just want to say thank you again for taking me under your wing – it’s intimidating being in a new city by yourself. Talk soon, Jess xx” read the message.
After a quick mental rewind, Steph remembered that Jess was yet another girl she made friends with in the bathroom. This one, evidently, she insisted on becoming best friends with, even going so far as lying to her about being new in town.
Unable to kick her brain into action, Steph locked her phone, rolled over and let her anxiety swallow her whole.
More to come.
