The Under Flow

Chapter One

Stuck.

The girl ran in the halls at a swift pace. She was almost slipping with the pink socks on her feet. Soon when the girl was running, she turned to go into a door. The door slammed shut after she went in, and she jumped on a sturdy bed. Her eyes were staring at the computer that she grabbed. Her fingers were grazing the keys as the sound of a ringtone came on.

"Candace Kendrick!" The girl exclaimed when her friend appeared on the screen.

"Paula Zaccari!" Candace said her name in excitement.

Paula smirk turned into a grin. Her eyes lit up with hundreds of questions. "How was France?" She started.

"It was literally like the first time we went as kids, except you weren't there, of course," Candace chuckled when she remembered the time when they were kids. "I actually have a picture from Paris that my mom sent me!"

Candace clicked her keyboard loudly and sent a picture. On it Paula and Candace were looking unenthusiastic. They both looked like they were in their tweens. Their moms had sunglasses on trying to get their daughters to start having more fun. The two girls had brown hair, but Paula had curly hair while Candace had the beach waves. That year Candace got her first pair of glasses after asking for months to have her eyes checked. The Eiffel tower was in the background with hundreds of people walking and doing various sorts of things. The picture was blurred with age.

"Wow, we've been friends for so long," Paula marveled. "And at this point we were in our fake-depressed days."

They both shuddered at the thought.

"Our moms have been friends for like, 30 years," Candace laughed.

"So, how was it this time? So, see any hot French guys?"

Candace burst into laughter at the thought of that.

Paula raised her eyebrow. "You did? Or you didn't?"

"Surprisingly I didn't find anyone. It's weird," Candace began. "I saw some really attractive French guys, but they weren't really... all there. You know?"

Paula shook her head and said, "Not at all."

"They were attractive on the outside, but they weren't on the outside. And they didn't speak English so..." Candace told her and shrugged.

"When did you get back home last night?" Paula asked.

"The flight got really delayed so next time we go somewhere we're going on a private flight. We got home at two thirty last night. I slept for like thirteen hours last night."

Paula nodded and yawned. She noticed the circles around Candace's green eyes, and she yawned as well. Paula then remembered the reason for Candace going to Paris again.

"How was the funeral?" Paula asked solemnly.

Candace's eyes instantly became teary, and she sniffled. She paused debating whether to tell Paula or not. She guessed that Candace had a rough time there. Her grandma died just two weeks ago to a heart attack and Candace has been heartbroken since.

"Hey," Candace spoke softly, then her eyes lit up as if she had an idea. "You know what, we should hang out tomorrow. After school I'll ride with you to your house. Bye, I got to go!" She spoke hastily then ended the call.

Paula frowned. Usually, they told each other everything. Paula shrugged and tried to not think about it too much. She looked at the clock on her bedside table and it said that it was 7.p.m.

Paula laid on her bed in complete silence. It was too quiet. Nothing ever happened. Paula felt unsatisfied. With life and everything. Paula wanted to go somewhere and do something. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Paula felt she needed a change.