Clash

Chapter one - April

My name is April Snow and for most of my life I've been pretty damn invisible. I've lived in the constant shadow of my best friend India, and trust me, it's about as nice as shadows get. India and I have been best friends since birth but unfortunately, only of us is still the same person we were sixteen years ago.
India's changed. I haven't.
She's popular and gorgeous and confident.
I'm a loner, boring and so shy I can't remember my name when people ask.
Which is pretty much who I always have been and probably always will be.
I'm shy with everyone except India. She knows me better than I know myself and it didn't come as much of a surprise when she slowly started to drift away at the beginning of year 9.
She joined practically every social club there is whereas I'm currently a member of one club. Journalism club. For a school newspaper that gets three reads every month . I'm extremely embarrassed to admit that two of those are my parents and one, my best friend.
It's not like I'm actually a complete loner though, I do have a few friends......
Although my brother just unfriended me on Facebook so my number is dropping rapidly.
Of course I don't have India on Facebook because that would 'damage her rep'.
To sum it up , my best friend is ,
Beautiful. Blonde . And full on bitch.
I understand that India is little miss popular but I don't understand why she completely ignores me at school nowadays. Whenever she sees me it's like I'm invisible to her too. But then later than night she'll slip between the large hole in our fences and sneak into my room. Then she'll talk and talk and talk non stop about how amazing her day was and did I Have to sit by the bins at lunch today? And yes , yes I did.
Unlike her, my social status is of a minuscule importance because the way I see it, we go to school and then we leave to pursue careers and lives.
Just because you're queen in high school doesn't mean you're queen in the real world.
Someone really needs to explain that to my best friend. I would If I could ever get a word in edgewise around her.
Like right now, she's rambling and I'm listening. Another one of the qualities I must posses to be friends with India Rosendale.
"And then she was like, I don't even need to mark this because I know it's all going to be correct." India grins proudly.
Oh did I mention? She's also a full time genius .
"Wow that's amazing." I smile .
"I know right." She flicks her perfect blonde hair behind her shoulder and the electric blue highlight catches the light.
Summer just ended and near the end of it, we decided to get matching streaks of electric blue in our hair.
It looks a lot better on her blonde mane than my black one. Its the only real thing still connecting us as best friends.
We used to do everything together but now I'm not good enough and she's found better friends. Ones that aren't afraid to open their mouths and speak their minds.
But I will one day, I hope.
One day I'm going to put my foot down and say 'India, I don't really give half a shit about how amazing you are at everything so please go tell someone who still cares.'
And then I'll run away to China.
I know most people would probably just stop being friends with India all together judging by the way she treats me, but regardless of that she's always there if I really need her. She must think I'm such a tag along, constantly trailing around her .
Which I guess I sort of am.
But at least I'm not a desperate weirdo like one of her new friends Serena.
They walk into class together like they're really just it.
At first when she walks in , I have hope.
Maybe this year will be different. Maybe this year she'll be different and we can go back to being the best of friends.
So I smile at her, but she doesn't smile back. No of course she doesn't.
Why would she?
I'm nobody.
I guess this year will be just like last year.
Once again , I'm invisible.
Once again, I don't exist.
Once again,
I'm alone.