Okay, so before we all get too carried away, I just want to point out one small little detail.
What happened was not my fault. I repeat;
It. Wasn't. My. Fault.
See the punctuation between the words? Yeah, that means I'm serious. Way serious. And I know that's what everybody says, but honestly, it wasn't my fault.
Now I'm not 100% sure whose fault it really is -thanks in large part to the concussion I'm currently sporting while writing this- but I can assure you, it wasn't my fault.
See, if I remember correctly it all started Saturday morning. It was the beginning of January and we were all returning to school the following Monday -junior year, I should possibly point out- after a somewhat, boring winter break. My best friend Alexandrea Wilson, Alex for short, had decided that she needed to indulge in some retail therapy after a rather violent breakup with her now ex- on and off again -boyfriend Drew; and she was dragging me to the mall. (I should probably point out that the only violence that took place was against inanimate objects. A lot of them got thrown across a room. A lot of them.)
But that's straying from the point. The point is, Saturday the 9th of January 2016; Alex Wilson was once again dragging me to the mall. Thus initiating one of the worst months of my life; or best depending on how you look at it.