My Greatest Desire (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three: The First Day

Chyanne's POV

        **BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!**

        I woke up to my alarm clock screaming for me to get up. The harsh noise caused my head to pound. Sure today is the first day of my junior year, but why can't I have a little fun beforehand?

     As soon as I began to get up from bed, the room started spinning, my vision blurred, and my stomach tossed. Who knew hangovers could suck so bad!

     Five minuets with my head stuck in the toilet, I was ready to take on my day. Due to my drunkenness, I wasn't going to test my driving skills, so I asked Mom to take me.

     When she asked why I casually responded, "No better way to start out the year than a drive to school with dear Mom!" That made her laugh and I was glad she didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary.

     As Mom dropped me off, I pulled down my Gucci sunglasses and walked as straight as I could. Hangover and heels don't go hand in hand too well! Before I even made it to the front doors of the school, all eyes were on me. With a new personality comes a new wardrobe, and I was stunning.

     "Chyanne, is that you," came a surprised voice I hadn't heard in two and a half months. Turning around I saw my two friends, Keeley and Nicole, coming up the sidewalk. The two of them did a double take as soon as I pulled my shades up, instantly regretting it.

     Keeley took in my new clothes and long flowing brunette hair. "Wow Chy! You look....Great! Dang you sure had a good summer."

     I gave her a bright smile, "Thanks." Nicole on the other hand was a deep shade of green. The jelasouy was steaming off of her and I could tell she probably hated me now.

     The warning signs of her EDs were fresh at the surface. She looked paler and her eyes were more sunken in. I could also see little purple and red dots around her jaw and eyelids that she forgot to conceal. Her once ruby red hair was becoming brittle and thin.

     She's taken it too far, I thought. Soon sympathy overcame me. I wrapped my arms around her ever shrinking frame and she latched on like a toddler who didn't want to let go. I bent closer to her ear and whispered, "We need to talk." Without a doubt I heard her frightened gasp and she knew what we were to talk about.

     Not to look odd to all the bystanders, I gave Keeley a hug as well. Putting my Gucci's back on, I announced, "Come on girls. Let's kick this year in the ass."

     With my two close friends, trailing behind me, we walked in the front doors, ready for what was to come.

Keeley's POV

    Wow, was the only thing I could think when I first saw Chyanne. Sure she had always been well known in school, but never before had she looked like this. She was beautiful with a hint of slutty actions, but she never took it too far.

     And just like any girl who sees someone who's pretty, they get jealous, and I did, but Nicole was completely infuriated. She was blinded with fury for Chyanne's new found beauty.

    I could understand Nicole's anger, but at the same time, I couldn't. Nicole shouldn't even be mad, more so disappointed in herself for letting her weight get to her. Although, her "friends", as she calls them, taunt her and make her feel like shit, don't help the process. She has forgotten how bright and beautiful she is due to Ana and Mia becoming her new pals only a year and a half ago. She's such a sad sight, but we aren't exactly sure how to help her.

    My only worry is if I'll be able to make it through the day. Junior year has started and I feel the walls closing in on me and I already hear the whispers.

    "Look at that retard over there."
    "She's such a no good looser."
    "I just want to kick her ass, because I can."
    "Freak...useless...go die...wouldn't it be funny...KILL IT!"

    I clutch the wall as my anxiety begins to overtake me. Chyanne and Nicole, who are four steps ahead, talking about summer trips, turn around at the loud noise. Chyanne rushes down beside me and strokes my back.

    "It's alright sweetie. Just breathe. Remember, one....two....three....four...." and I start to count with her, trying to steady my breathing and kill the headache, but it takes quite a while. Finally I am calm and a little bit better.

   Chyanne has been getting me over my panic attacks since sixth grade. Nicole, who always gets scared when this happens, collects my dropped items, and pats me on the shoulder. The look in her eyes say, "We're in this one together."

    In that moment, we are the same. Confused, sad, in pain, and completely fucked up. One day all of this will go away and that will be the day the two of us are finally happy again.

    With my new since of calm and ease, we begin again and we all go to our lockers. Chyanne going down the science hallway, Nicole down the language hallway, and me going up the stairs and to the history hall. So far away, but we are close together. Nicole, Chyanne, and I have been through it all and stuck together.

    We all have our own issues, but we work through them. Although it seems as if Chyanne is perfect in everything she does and never has a problem. Maybe that's why she can keep Nicole and me something close to resembling whole.

Nicole's POV

    Jealousy. Hate. Fear. Sadness. I'm jealous of Chyanne for becoming the school's new beauty. Everyone is staring at her and she doesn't mind. Cat calls, whistles, and bulging eyes, as the new Queen walks the halls. I hate her because she's pretty, perfect, skinny, and smart, which is everything I'm craving to be.

    She may be my friend, but she'll become my new sworn rival. Ana and Mia have gotten their fair share of looks at the new Chyanne, and they aren't happy. I'm dying to listen, but I can't at the moment.

    Poor little Keeley is loosing her mind. Her attacks are getting worse and worse by the day. She's like me and hears the voices, but they aren't killing her physically, but mentally. It scares me when I see her in a state of panic because I don't know what to do. Pill after pill after pill, but she swears they don't work. But Keeley, my dear, they don't work because you're taking the wrong ones.

    One wrong move for me and everything goes down the drain. I can't focus on Ana and Mia, although I hear their pleading voices, but my school work is more important at the moment. I've been slammed with three honors classes this year, and I have to get my grades in line. My GPA is a solid 4.0, which is the only thing I seem to be able to control.

    Tick tock, tick tock. One last period till we go home and I'm not ready to face the physical beings of my disorders.