The story about a certain ginger

Chapter 6

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone was outside the door to my room.

"Come in!" I shouted over the very loud and now annoying 'beep' coming from the machine still attached to me.

The door creaked open and in came Van. She was dressed in one of her usual attires wearing black skinny jeans and a black mini top with the twelve zodiac signs on it. A pair of pink and black sunglasses rested atop her head. Her black (no surprise there) and neon yellow adidas trainers tapped softly on the floor as she made her way over to me.

Van was one of my best friends and even though she was my newest friend I loved her to bits (in a non weird way).

She was an average sized girl who really didn't care what people thought of her. She had a nicely shaped face with a squared jaw (according to Ame, it's 'sexy') and a beauty spot on her right cheek bone. Long brown wavy hair cascaded down her head reaching her mid back. A couple of freckles dotted her face and full red lips that I always pointed out were a really nice colour; of course, she would deny it and change the subject. She had no double chin, even though if she tried, she could get a small, tiny one; unlike the rest of us... her boobs were more or less the same size as mine but we always tried to make her feel like she had the smallest, which of course, never worked. she had a flat belly and really nicely shaped hips; one of mine was bigger than the other. She had a good sized ass but everyone (and I had to agree) insisted I had a massive one. It had definitely grown. She had nice long legs that she barely ever shaved because she claimed there was no point and she couldn't be bothered.

"How are you doing?" she asked, with a worried look on her face. Right now I didn't really want to answer so I stayed silent so she asked again. "Meg, are you ok?" there was worry in her voice so I spoke up.

"Yeah I'm fine Van don't worry," I was so not fine.

Since the day I was brought into the hospital from that fire at my house, I had been anything but fine. I was traumatized! Seriously who wouldn't be?! And the fact that Van just came in and asked the obvious isn't exactly helping either. It had been almost a week since then and the doctors still checked if I was fine. They said it was 'truly a miracle' that I came out with only minor burns and no lung or any other damage of some sort. I want out.

"Van, could you call the nurse please?" I asked in the most nicest possible way I could muster at that second. I didn't have anything against Van, it wasn't her fault the fire started. In fact, I'm still yet to be told HOW it started. Anyway, if there's a way to get out is to get Van to convince the nurse, she has really good persuasive skills, even if she denies it and instead tries to put the glory on me. Not a chance missy.

"Sure Meg, is there something wrong?" and another thing I could count on her for.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," I say as the monitor starts beeping faster, but not from my need to vomit. From my lie. 

"OK, don't worry, I'll be right back," she says as she exits the room.

She never panics in a tough situation. I wonder why.

Van is no idiot, literally. She's pretty much the smartest girl in our class and even though she's constantly trying to beat Connor at everything, she surpasses him in many ways she probably doesn't know of herself. She WILL have realised what I said is a lie and that I'm up to something. And she definitely caught the shimmer in my eyes when I said it. Connor might be a smarty pants and have facts of all sorts up his sleeve, but Van can read people like books. Which is funny since she's the book worm in our gang and even though she can make a pretty annoying combo with Ame, we all love them all the same.