“Is this for me?” The young blonde asked of her short haired brunette friend.
“Yes,” the brunette replied while giving the blonde a small white flower. “We’ll be friends forever, right?”
“Yeah, always!”
The now fourteen year old blonde haired, green eyed girl cut the television off. Wow, I was so naïve when I was little. I can’t believe what all has changed since we were seven. Everything is so screwed up now. How did we get here? Think back…
When Clair, the blonde haired beauty, and Jocelyn, the brown haired, blue eyed tomboy, were little they were the best of friends. They had always had the same classes in school, so they had grown quite used to each other. Comfort grew into fondness, but they had not counted on one huge obstacle to their friendship. The girls lived on different sides of town. When another middle school was built to keep the old middle school from being so full, it split their school district in half and made it too where the girls would be forced to go to different middle schools. They were divested at the fact they would be split up, but soon they would both find their place at their new schools.
Clair, being the beauty she was, never had a problem with fitting in at her new school. She joined the cheer leading squad and became one of the most well known people in her school, especially for her kindness. One thing she wasn’t known for was her grades. She was as average as anyone else when it came to that, but few people cared about that. Everything is going great for her. Her parents both have wonderful jobs that pay way more than the amount needed to be comfortable. Nothing could go wrong, or so she thought.
Jocelyn, being the Tomboy she was, didn’t have trouble joining the basketball team. She was quite tall and skilled at it, but things weren’t going too well for her at home. Her father and mother were fighting like crazy. Eventually her father split. Her mother couldn’t afford their home, so they were forced to move into a junky one bedroom trailer. She felt like she couldn’t get control of her life, so she started to do things to the one thing she did have control of, her body. She started cutting herself and doing drugs. She got in with the wrong crowd. By her eighth grade year everyone in school, knew her and chances are were afraid of her, but surprisingly she didn’t slack on her duties. She still stayed on the basketball team and continued to be a wonderful player. Despite what people thought, she had excellent grades. Of course she had her teachers change the grade on her papers and report cards to make her seem dumb, but she rarely made below a 100. She wore headphones in class to make it seem like she wasn’t listening, but in truth the headphones were never on, but regardless of how well she did in school or how smart she was, she still continued to abuse her body. She even “let” a member of the male basketball team have his way with her. She was under the influence so she barely remembered it, thankfully. All she knows is that in the morning she was in serious pain, but she was strong so she just let it go. My life is never going to get better, or so she thought.
My first day of high school is tomorrow. I am so freaking out. The butterflies in my stomach are doing somersaults. Clair thought to herself as she picked out her clothes for the coming day. I am never going to sleep tonight.
Oh, is my first day of high school tomorrow already? Jocelyn thought as see looked at her calendar. Well this ought to be fun; I hope I don’t have suckified teachers. I’ll just wear whatever is clean and hope it looks good, not that that matters. I should probably go to sleep early, but that can wait until after a few hours of Halo 3. Jocelyn smiled to herself at the thought.
Clair got up at 6 am to ensure she had plenty of time to get ready. She brushed her teeth for five minutes making sure she left nothing. She then took a shower. She washed her hair three times in lavender to ensure a good smell. Then she got dressed and spent a good hour on her hair and makeup. I am going to look my best today.
Jocelyn awoke at 7:45. Fuck, I’m gonna be late. She jumped up and threw on a pair of black pants and a black tank and hood. She put on eye liner, brushed a comb through her hair, and ran out the door.
Clair walked into her school and was quickly greeted by several of her old friends and a few new ones. She had no trouble at all in her first few weeks. Cheerleading tryouts came and went without any problems, and she was one of the few freshmen who made varsity the first time. High school turned out better than I thought it would.
Jocelyn walked into school. She knew a few people in her first and second class, but most of them were afraid of her or just plain wouldn’t want to be seen with her. Thankfully, she had pretty good teachers. She ran into her friends during lunch. They were their normal gangly selves just with a few new additions. In her first few weeks, she got into a few fights. The normal fights needed to develop high school hierarchy. She pulled all her teachers aside and told them either they made sure no one found out she was smart or she wouldn’t try in their class and would make their classroom a living hell. They all pretty much agreed. This hasn’t been too bad.
The new semester rolled around and they all had to change to four new classes and new routes to classes. Clair was walking to her class with a few of her friends. They were all wearing their cheer outfits. They had a game to cheer for that night.
“Great, look who we have to walk by.”
“Huh?” Clair questioned.
“Oh, that’s right you don’t know. That group over there sitting by the bench is a group we try to avoid.”
“Especially while we’re in uniform. They are a terrible group and completely relentless when it comes to us.”
“Well, might as well face the music. Maybe they won’t say anything to us.”
“Please, even we couldn’t get that lucky.”
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the little cheer bitches. Long time no see. Been avoiding us?” The rest of the infamous group had a good laugh at this.
“Look we have to get to class; we’re going to be late.”
“Who cares if you’re late? We sure as hell don’t.”
“Just let us through.”
“Get on your knees and say please and we might.”
“You stupid, little b….”
“Just please let us go to class!” Clair interjected in her sweetest voice.
“Clair?” The girl who had been sitting at the end of the group asked.
“Do I know you?”
“Well, you used to.”
“Oh my God! Jocelyn?!”
“Oh my God, your name’s Jocelyn?” The group laughed.
“Shut up you bunch of asses! Actually Clair, its JC now for obvious reasons.”
“Oh, sorry. Well, I guess I’ll see you later.” Clair said as her and her friends continued to their class.
“Well this is perfect.” The ring leader of Jocelyn’s group laughed.
“What is?”
“You being friends with that little bitch of course.”
“Why?”
“I have a nice little plan that will make a perfect bang for me as I leave high school, and if you agree to help, I’ll leave you in charge of the pack.” She said with a wicked smile on her face.
“Ok, what is the plan?”