Sophie's Secret Dreams

Sophie Cohen

Sophie crossed her arms and legs as she sat down on one of the lonely benches in the courtyard. "We need to talk" is never a good sign when someone asks you to talk privately. She was almost sure what words she would hear next, although, she had little hope that this was a good thing and not another separation.

"Sophie ... look, I really like you, but ..."

"But?" she asked annoyed, or rather, she pretended to be upset, being that her soul was drowning in a sea of ​​tears with no lifeboat in sight.

A brief pause in which only a blizzard passed, she preceded the dreaded words:

"My parents don't want me to be your friend anymore," said nervously, when she saw the murderous and threatening face of the other girl.

"The hell with your parents!" She got up to yell at her, intimidating her now ex-best friend. "We are best friends, you can't leave me because your parents told you. If they asked you to change school, or clothes, or address, would you do it just because they ordered?

"Actually yes ... they are my parents, Sophie. Yours letting you do whatever you want does not mean that mine should be just as irresponsible."

"What do you mean with that?" Her voice gradually lowered in pitch and increased in annoyance.

"My parents think you are a bad influence, and they are right, you are always doing dangerous things, or playing jokes. I thought it was fun, but today you overreached ... "

" With what?"

"Electrocute the teacher's chair?" she asked, that was the kind of things that Sophie did almost daily, so often that she sometimes forgot.

"That was fun, and you agreed."

"It was not so much fun, they also punished me, it is the second time this month, and they have never done it before, my parents are going to be angry."

"Your parents, your parents ... Is that the only thing that matters to you? It's ok! We will no longer be friends, find someone who is according to your standards." She roughly removed the bracelet she was wearing around her wrist and held it out." Take your stupid friendship bracelet."

"You actually gave it to me," she replied in a low voice, undoing the clasp on the handle. "I'm sorry" she apologized scared, retreating quickly before Sophie had another of her outbursts of anger.

Sophie watched her leave, she would have wanted to yell her a thing or two, but she held back. What was actually going through her mind and feelings was deep sadness. She was the seventh best friend she lost since her family moved to that neighborhood.

Anyone who saw her would prudently keep their distance, as much as she was undone in the inside, she was shown as a strong, confident and self-sufficient girl. Sophie Cohen was like that, a strong-willed girl, the best student, the best at sports, the best at everything she set her mind to; her life only seemed to acquire meaning when the number one appeared next to her name.

She could pass for the perfect girl, and her attributions were proof of that. Not only did she have the highest grades, she had the ideal family, she was the daughter of the school's principal, who pleased her in anything; of course she was also the prettiest girl in the room. Yes, all that would have made her a model student and exemplary girl, if it wasn't for her explosive personality, which seemed to terrify not only her classmates, but their parents. She was always getting into trouble, relentlessly tormenting her teachers, getting her way every moment; After all, she was kind of self-centered and vain, with whom the teachers were pleased for having the highest average in the school, and of course, being the principal's spoiled babe; although more than one teacher had the most desired fantasy of twisting the neck of that girl and her brothers, who were not far behind her.