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February 21st, 2010
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It's based on a true story of my friend. Some things are changed up a bit though. If you want the other parts, e-mail me at austinbearr@yahoo.com. PART ONE: "Yeah, I did." I mumbled lazily to my mom, my bloodshot red eyes still glued onto the computer screen. My mouse was hovering over a random advertisement on one of the many tabs open on my browser, the picture creeping me out a bit. "You better give that computer up soon. School's starting tomorrow, and you're not going to stay up until four in the morning like you have this whole summer, you hear me?" I looked up at my mom, the once overweight, cheery lady I knew two years ago was now a skinny ass woman with big bags under her eyes. If you compared her to then and now, you'd think they were completely different people. "Yeah, yeah..." I groaned, gesturing her to leave me alone with my left hand as my right hand raised a the glass cup of stale Coke up to my mouth. I heard her sigh and mumble something under her breath as she walked out back into the kitchen, resuming her attempt on cooking dinner. It never really worked out, she always ended up burning everything that smelled like heaven, or just put too much of one ingredient. The only thing she made that was edible was macaroni and cheese, which for a thirty-five year old woman was a fail. I continued checking my MyPlace for a couple of minutes until I finally decided to log off for good and decide what I was going to wear the next day, my first day of high school. Like most of the upcoming freshmans, I was completely terrified. From the beginning of the Summer, I decided to become a new person. You know, reinvent myself? All my friends from junior high completely abandoned me, I barely knew a soul in my brand new school, and I pretty much looked like a new kid. Throughout sixth through seventh grade, I was known as the 'nerd'. No, not the kind of nerd that wore wired rimmed glasses, wore too baggy clothing, had greasy oily hair, and was smart in every single subject. My glasses weren't wired-rimmed, my clothing fit me okay, my hair was just normal, and the only subject I was smart in was art, reading, and English. I was anti-social, and had a few friends, but that was all. The girl I considered as my best friend was Elisa Hendricks. We met through our parents, and over time, we became tighter then ever. We nearly changed each other. Once I went into my eighth grade year, I was transferred into a different school. Taking advantage of the oppurtunity, I changed, a lot. It was part of my whole, 'be a new person' idea. My mother spent most of her salary on my new closet of clothing that I chose from the stores most of the popular kids wore. Then, I cut all the hair my mother adored as I was a child off, the length only going down under my breasts slighty instead of going all the way to my bum. A few weeks later, I was introduced into the world of make-up. I started it all a bit late you can say, but I was glad I changed. Since then, I started changing into those little ridiculous 'emo' kids, the only attire I wore was skin tight colored pants and band T-shirts. My hair? Lets just say it was a complete mess. You probably already have an idea on how it looked. Pretty ridiculous stage to go through, no? I stared at the now nearly empty closet, outfit ideas popping in and out of my mind. I didn't want to look ridiculous like I did last year, but I didn't want to look all plain and boring. That just wasn't how I went. After minutes of pulling off shirts and pants off their hangers, I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey V-neck I recently bought. I shrugged, and placed them at the foot of my bed, turning my head over towards the digital clock on my night stand to see what time it was. Eight thirty PM. I had to go to bed in about an hour, I have a big day tomorrow. My hand quickly reached for the phone charging on my pillow, instantly dialing Elisa's number. Sadly, she was a year younger then I was, and wasn't going to experience this the same time I was. "Yeah?" her voice instantly came out of nowhere after the phone rang for about three times. "Hold on..." I whispered, throwing the phone onto the pillow as I quickly rushed over towards the light switch, turning the light off. I preferred it dark whenever I talked on the phone, it helped make me even sleepier. "Okay, hello?" I said excitedly, my stomach doing flips as I climbed under the covers, pulling my phone against my cheek and ear. "Dude, I'm excited." Elisa said happily, a sign that she was probably smiling at the moment. "Me too... But I'm scared." I frowned at the last word I said. Out of every single feeling I could feel, I had to be scared. It was probably one of the worse, since fear always took control of everything. "Why?" she sighed, getting ready to hear my drain out all the problems I had. That's what I usually do, tell her my problems and hope she can help me. She usually can, it was really no big deal
She usually can, it was really no big deal for her. To me, she was my best friend and a shrink. "Well, I think you should just probably see what it's like, Skye. You never know, you might like it." she reassured me comfortingly, then said goodbye after we both decided to head to sleep.
