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Izzy was painting her toenails and watching back episodes of Big Brother. She was meant to be revising for her Modern Lit test, but her brain was mush, and she couldn’t take in information that wasn’t dumb telly. Of course, after the seventh storyline of people f*****g up friendships with stupid decisions, she was beginning to wonder what her actual damage was.
“Ugh.” She swiped at a spot she’d messed up her nail polish, scowling. Stupid hands, stupidly refusing to keep steady. “Bugger…”
Her phone buzzed, and she flicked it towards her with a free hand. Kat. Emergency Dance Night GET INNNNNN!!!!!
What possible emergency would require a dance night? She chewed on her lip, then swiped the phone open to ask this very thing.
My mate Annika just got dumped!! There’s another queer ladies
