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Chapter 2

" Heyyy Megan, look at that hot boy standing over there with his short dark brown hair and his white smile."

" Oh my god, he is soooo cute! You should totally go over there and talk to him."

" Are you insane? I will never in my entire life do that, I'm to shy and you know that, I shouted and looked at her in a chocking way."

Megan is my best friend and I have known her a very long time now, maybe somewhere around 6-7 years. She lived in Miami before and then she moved here to San Fransisco when she was around 10 years, because her dad had been offered a better job that offers a lots of more money than usual.

It was a normal day in school and everyone was sitting behind their desk, tired and bored, like any other day in school. And suddenly our teacher told us that there was a new girl from Miami who was going to begin in our class on Monday and it was Megan.

I got a weird feeling that I was going to like this girl a lot, and I knew for sure that I had to get some new friends because those girls who I hang with in my old class were not normal cute little girls that everyone liked, they were bullies. I really don't know why I was hanging with them maybe because they were bulling me too. I think I was scared of them, they called me ugly stuff that nobody should have been called and they forced me to do bad things, and if I didn't order what they said, I would get punished.

So I did it.. because I did not want to know what the word "Punish" was going to mean or do to me. I was always afraid to go to school, sometimes I even stayed home just because I did not want to see them or that other people would think I am "one of them". Everyday when I came home I pretended that everything was cool and I had a big smile on my face and I always insisted that school just went fine, without any problems. But that was not the truth..

I felt worthless, ugly, disgusting, dumb and hopeless. That's something I would never wish a humanbeing to feel like, because it's awful. Even if you are the reason I'm feeling that way, I would never wish someone to feel they way I felt. Believe me it is no fun.

I have been feeling like that ever sense Megan came into my life. Megan was different, she was a good person and I knew it, she was not like the mean girls in school. She was the light when everything was dark, she was the one that dragged me up when everything else was pushing me down. I really liked having Megan as a friend. She was the only person who stood up for me and the only one who helped my through this bully-thing. And I am forever thankful for that.

Me and Megan have been hanging out every single day and now I have realized that this girl really is special. The way she cares about me and the advice she gives me, really makes me smile. With her I know I will never be bored, because we like the exact same things and have the same type of humor, she is my soulmate. We can sit down for hours and laugh out loud at things that people don't even give a sh*t about. Thats why I love to have her as my bestie. She is beyond perfect, especially her beautiful personality and also her soft pale face with her long light brown curly hair and her glittering sky blue eyes.

Ever sense the day I got to know her, my life have been so much easier and funnier. If it wasn't for her I would probably still be bullied at school and hate my life. But know when me and Megan are friends I really could not care less about the bullies. We over defeated them together and now they won't even dear to say a word to anyone, especially not us two. She made me realize that I was worth so much more than that.

Now me and Megan are nearly 17 years old and we still hang out, almost everyday. She is a part of me, like my own family. And I love her just as much as I love my mother. When Megan is sad, I am sad. When she laughs, I laugh. And I can really tell when something has happened to her or when she's sad. Now, when we are so close all of her problems becomes mine too. And of course we try to solve them together, is not that what friends are for?

It was a normal sunny day here in San Fransisco and me and Megan spent the day in a popular park, just talking and laughing like always. We always had fun together. We talked about everything between a rock to the entire universe, I could tell Megan everything I had on my mind, I really trusted this girl. And I usually don't trust people easy, because I had been hurt by people so many times that I got afraid to open up myself to others, but with Megan I had no problems. And she felt the same way about me.

" Mila, why do you think we were born from the very first beginning? "

I got quiet for a minute and started thinking about what Megan just asked.

" I think we were born because God wanted us to explore this world and see what it offers us or something like that, I replied with a confident voice."

" That makes sense to me, but why isn't life fair to everybody? I mean like, ehh.. You have been bullied for about 5-6 years now and there are some other kids that gets everything they want, you get my point right? "

" Hmm.. God has planned everything wisely and he maybe gives the strongest people the hardest battles in life, because he knows we are going to defeat them, I said while I hugged her to make clear to her that everything will be just fine, because together we can beat everything and everyone. "

Megan hugged me back and said:

" I really like to have you as a friend Mila, you always make me feel better. "

" That's the least I can do for you, after all that you ever done for me, I responded. "

After hours of sitting on a bench talking and laughing it was time for us to go home. We took a shortcut home because it is kind of creepy at night here in San Fransisco. Almost every weekend can you hear on the news something new that has happened in the area we liv in, so it's never safe here. Even though you know everybody and everybody knows you, that's the only thing I like about the city, it's like a big family. Everyone here went on the same school, that's why everyone knows each other.

But the only negative thing about living in a small area is that there are always some fake people who spread false rumors about each other, and than five minutes later, the hole city knows about it, even if it's not true. But I personally don't care what people say about me anymore. I did a mistake to listen to the bullies when I was younger but know I know better than that. I've grown and learned.

While we where on our way home thorough the dark we heard an explosion behind us. We looked at each other and we got so chocked so we ran the fastest we could, without even having a knowledge what that noise just was...

**I am so sorry for not updating, but I have so much in school right know so I do not have so much time. But I'm trying my best! I hope this won't make you amazing readers quit reading my story. **
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Miablagic