tool

You are useful. Just not in the way you would like to be. People and past friends have used you like a tool. Like you don’t have feelings. They keep/kept you around just so that you could do favors.

There was a new girl that just joined you and your friends. I guess you could call her a pick me with how she purposefully stays close to the boys even if they have a girlfriend. Like you could be at the movies and have Percy at the end of the row and she would sit next to him and she wouldn’t care that Percy wanted to sit next to Annabeth.
Anyways, her name is Margret. (Change it if you want)

You are at a sleepover with the seven + Nico & Will, and you are playing a game on a phone called Heads up! (If you don’t know what that is it’s a game where you put a phone to your head and it says a flash card. Your friends give you hints while you try and guess what it is.) right now it’s Margrets turn. Her flash card says hammer.

Will: It’s useful

Margret:Lily!