POV- Kalani
*flashback*
'The summer is over and sophomore year here i come!' Im convinced if i replay that phrase enough times in my head i will start to believe it. Because i would give anything to think like that, to just forget what happened before the summer and begin again.
Im seated on the edge of the bench along with all the populars- or ccp's as Mila and i used to call them. Megan guaranteed our place here in freshman year and until now, i had always managed to push the thought that i didn't belong into the back of my head. I think the reason why i put off my instinct was because Megan somehow managed to make me feel comfortable. You can, and probably do, say many things about Megan but the one thing you cant say is that she didn't make you feel like you were part of something, something bigger than just the popular clique. I craved feeling like i belonged and Megan gave me that.
Aubry is god knows where doing god knows what with her current boyfriend, Aubry has learned how to cope by taking Megans place. And I don't have a clue about mila. I havent seen her all summer except the perpetual group therapy and continuous investigations, in which, she didn't exactly 'open up'. For all i know, she could be dead.
All of a sudden, i make out a commotion. Crowds are whispering, pointing and shouting at a slender figure in the distance. I flip my head in the direction of the interruption and spot a gothic-chic outfit clad teen parading over to the bench. She appears to be my age and she also appears to be... Gothic. She tosses her shiny mop of long, dark waves and i suddenly put two and two together, its Mila. Mila? The girl who cant leave the house without her matching blazer and tank top is actually wearing what appears to be a cute, if not slightly 'extreme' outfit. Extreme isnt even in Milas vocabulary.
As mila approaches, i swivel back around on the bench to face the ccp's. Fortunately, none have noticed Mila approaching as they are busy watching Charlotte Sparkes mock her twin sister Amina who surprisingly, dared to walk over here and scold Charlotte for stealing her jacket. "WHY WOULD I STEAL YOUR FUCKING JACKET? IF I WANTED TO LOOK LIKE A FREAK I WOULD DYE MY HAIR BLACK AND CHANGE MY NAME TO AMINA." Charlotte screams at her. Im about to subtly remind Charlotte that she DOES have black hair but i resist the urge when a giggling Mila arrives. Everyone, including Amina, turn our heads towards her and scan her up and down. The populars and Mila havent exactly had the best history since day 1 so, just as expected, the girls burst into fits of giggles as Mila, whose in an extreme state of confusion, leans against our nearby tree and exclaims, " I am SO hungover!"
"Who the fuck are you and what have you done with Mila Brady?" Alysha demands, hushing the giggles, forcing an awkward silence to surround us. "Oh this? Its new. And my grandad got me some new makeup for my birthday this summer. You like?" Mila queries, bending down casually to re-adjust her buckled platform heels. Alysha smirks and glances at Lana and Tina for backup. "Are you kidding? I hate it. I hate you. I only put up with you here when Megan was alive but now shes dead and i dont have to save a seat for her OR you anymore." She announces smugly. Moments pass like minutes and the awkward silence becomes unbearably as everyone remains in awe of what Alysha just said. Even Alysha seems shocked. An enraged Mila whips her glossy curls and flips us all off as she struts into the distance... Followed by Amina... Weird.
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