Burning Water

Besties and Shedevils

Celeste

Here I am, in the same spot for the last hour, trying to comprehend what I have just read. Seriously, what kind of poison has Shakespear been drinking to have written Romeo and Juliet? More importantly, why is this book mandatory in the English course during modern society? I'm supposed to write an essay on what I've taken away from reading this novel, and here's my thought. Love makes you do crazy things. Yet after all, love is just an illusion. Isn't it? You see the best in someone and lose yourself in the process. You become reliant and somewhat vulnerable to that person, knowing damn well they can break you at any moment if they ever decide to cut ties. Is love really worth the risk?

Wednesday 23rd October 2019

Dear diary,
Bear with me, I'm still new to this. If it was up to me, I wouldn't be writing in here at all, but you know what they say..."Doctor's orders!"
Anyway, It's currently 7:54am and I'm about to leave for school - which honestly pains, but it's not like I have a choice...
Don't get me wrong, school isn't so bad - except for the people in it. They get on my nerves, but Carla (that annoying therapist I told you about - who thinks she knows everything) told me I should start being more positive. Well, I'm positive this day is going to suck like every other day. Take that, Carla!

- Celeste. K Deveroux

Slamming the diary shut, I stuff it under my pillow and race downstairs. As much as I hate communicating with a book about my "feelings" it's a start. Baby steps, right?
I quickly glance around, checking to see if the coast is clear. The last thing I need is to deal with is my mother's meltdowns. I love her, I really do...but lately she hasn't failed to remind me I'm the reason for her failed relationship. Ugh, as if it wasn't a failure the moment he moved in. Alright, alright enough with this... To school, I guess?

As I get to school, I immediately scan around to find Isa. "Who's Isa?" You may be wondering. Isabelle is my soul sister, meaning: we're not sisters by blood but she's been there for me as long as I can remember. She's everything I could possibly ask for in a best friend and I trust her with my life. Honestly, we're the exact opposite - where she's skirts and manicures, leaving me denim and socially-awkward. Sure, there are things we look at differently, but we're great at figuring things out and coming to an agreement. As a person who has a different best friend, I like to think of it as a way where we complete each other. She's what makes this hell hole not seem so bad. Everyone else calls her Bella but I think Isa is such a unique nickname. Other than her, I don't really talk to anyone. Oh, looks like I found her...

"Cece, come to me me!" she states, giggling at her own joke.
I laugh as I walk up to her. "Real funny, Isa."
"Guess what I overheard?!"
"Sam got detention again for screaming in the library?"
"Omg that was definitely worth the watch..." she replies in laughter until her expression softens "...but no. I just found out the theme for prom this year!"
"Which is?"
"A night to remember!"
"Wow. They really took the piss out of high school musical." I laugh. What? It was a joke! Besides, not everyone has great humour like me.
"Why can't you be excited for once?"
"About prom? Yeah it doesn't matter, Isa. You know I'm not planning on going." She knows I don't mean to be harsh about it, but prom doesn't have that effect on me like it does to everyone else.
"Celeste." She replies sternly.
"Isabelle...no."
"You have plenty of time to find someone to go with. I'm sure that's your concern, since it's the opportunity of a lifetime to spend "a night to remember" with the girl you love the most!"
"Isa, I'm serious." I chuckle. Of course I love her to bits, I do. I just think prom is overrated.
"Yes...and so am I." She replied flatly.
"Right. Let's get to class." I sigh. I can never get the last say whenever talking to her. She's like a never-ending walking court case.

When you go to a school like Dechart High, you know you have to prepare yourself for anything. The weirdest things can happen to anyone - unexpectedly. Yesterday, I witnessed a bird fly into a window. Falling, leaving its lifeless body onto the shoes of Kennedy McClaren.

Did I laugh? Yes. Was that the right thing to do? Maybe not. Would I do it again? Most definitely. Call me insensitive, but Kennedy had it coming. Honestly, I would say that she's not that typical rich mean girl you think she is, but I'd be lying. She's been out to get me since third grade.

Back then, my mom was mentally healthy - so she encouraged me to expand my social life. I should've known back then that I wasn't a people person. Friends are so overrated!

You know those stories, where someone's best friend basically breaks up with them and becomes their enemy? Well, Kennedy and I were slightly like that, except she was always the way she is now - bossy and a petty princess.
She ordered me to be her "friend" back then. You'd think I'd notice the first red flag, right? Believe it or not, I actually did - then got told to ignore it because my count in friends sucked. Yet Kennedy's on the other hand, didn't.

What happened, you ask? 
Her mother was always so kind to me, though owning a couple businesses, she was always working.
I'd feel bad sometimes. It was almost as if she never gave Kennedy much attention the way she gave me hers. I'd be upset too, but I wasn't irrational enough to embarrass anyone in front of everybody by dumping my lunch on them. Which is exactly what she did to me, and ever since, she's gotten crazier by day.

I slammed my locker shut, listening to Isa go on and on about how troublemaker, Samuel Carter was getting too close to her brother. Sam is her boyfriend. I guess he seems cool, except for the little comments he makes whenever I say I don't want to go to his parties.

"How to you expect to ever get a boyfriend?" Or "Come on, Celeste! Stop being boring for once and live a little."
It never hurt me, but he was in no position to encourage me to get into trouble.

"I appreciate how close he is to my family, I do. But he's supposed to be hanging out with me!" She whines as we enter History.

I flop down on my seat meanwhile Isa takes hers right next to me.
"Maybe you should just talk to him about it. Tell him you're starting to feel left out."
She pauses for a moment, processing my words as if it was a foreign language.
After a few seconds, she breathes, "Maybe you're right."