I wish I could convince my parents to get me an iPhone.
I change the subject and tell about something new I got recently.
I think about some way in which I am luckier than her, and that makes me feel better.
I'm happy for her and I ask to see how the phone works.
I want to be in charge of the group, because it seems like my ideas are better than other people's.
I find myself evaluating who is doing how much work, to make sure everything's fair.
I contribute my best work for the good of the group, and I try to be affirming and encouraging of other group members.
I'll do whatever it takes to get a good grade, and I'll make sure I get the grade I deserve even if other group members flake out.
I think about my friend's house and wish my house was like hers.
Even though my house isn't perfect, I enjoy sharing it with my friends.
I am embarrassed because I don't think my house is good enough.
I just wish my parents would give me a private area where my friends and I could hang out and have fun.
I'm interested in her experience, and I ask questions about how the dinner went.
I can't relate. My family isn't like that, and I wish it was.
I'm depressed. I say my family never has dinner together, and I hope she notices how sad I am.
I think she's so lucky. Everything about her family sounds so perfect, and I imagine they always get along.
I feel jealous and wish I had cool parents like everyone else. It's unfair that they got to go and I didn't.
I have a meltdown because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I mope around all night.
Although I was disappointed I couldn't go, I enjoy looking at my friends' pictures and hearing about their fun evening.
I complain to my friends about my strict parents and hope to get some sympathy.
I think about how many friends she has and how happy she must be, and I wish I could trade places with her.
I check out what she's wearing and wish I could shop where she does - and look like she does!
I admire her, and something about her makes me just say a quick prayer for her.
I find something to criticize about her - there's something wrong with everyone, isn't there?
I can't sit still. I have to come up with something to do or I'll go crazy.
I love having an evening to myself to kick back and relax, even though it is a Friday!
What's wrong with me? Did all my friends go out together and leave me out on purpose?
How humiliating. How could I hve a Friday night by myself? Everyone has forgotten about me and they don't care that I'm all alone!