My Friend Anne

As the morning sun began to glisten through my window, the light caused my tired, opening eyes to squint. Too exhausted to get out of bed I rolled over, face to the pillow.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked in a snarky tone.

There she was, right on time, Anne.

Anne would come over every morning, right when I woke up, to get ready with me. She thought I needed her to help me stay on track and she would be right.

"Go on, get out of bed. It's no time to be lazy. I mean look at the time, it's already eight o'clock and you're still sitting here in bed." Anne explained.

She was right, again, it was eight o'clock and I needed to hurry and get ready. Wait, it was already eight o'clock!? I jolted out of bed and dragged my tired feet to my closet where I searched for something to wear. Empty hanger after empty hanger, there was nothing. Sweat started to drip down my forehead. I stared down at my very full clothes hamper, of course Anne face palmed at it.

"Wow. You haven't even done laundry lately? What do you do all day? Just lay in bed all day? What are you even supposed to wear?"

My breathing got heavy, what AM I supposed to wear? "Has it really been that many days since I've done laundry?" I murmured to myself.

Anne let out a loud, disappointed sigh, which started to cause me to feel embarrassed. I can't be this much of screw up, not in front of Anne.

I gulped down any future regrets and searched through my clothes hamper, grabbing a white collared button-up and a pleated pink skirt. I grabbed a pair of lace socks from the floor, sliding them on.
"Really? You're going to wear that? I don't think skirts look the most...appealing on your figure." Anne remarked.

I bit my lower lip, trying not to tear up. I loved pretty things like skirts but Anne felt differently, of course, she had a more popular and normal style. Ripped jeans, tank tops, zip-up jackets, and such. Anne was honestly gorgeous; her slim figure looked amazing in clothes like that and would look better in my clothes than my figure ever could.

"Never mind that. Just get changed so you aren't so late!"

Nodding quickly, I slid on my skirt and buttoned up my shirt, then ran to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast.
My mom greeted me with a, "Good morning, honey!"

To which I replied with "Good morning, Mom."

"Why, don't you just look adorable!" my mother said.

Anne choked on a mocking chuckle. "It's kind of embarrassing to need compliments from your mommy still," she whispered into my ear.

I tried to return her motherly compliment with a small smile, blocking out Anne's words.

"Want to come eat breakfast with me? We could talk about whatever you'd liked! I just think it would be really nice to catch up, and then I could drive you to school. I have today off of work and we can spend most of it together. Why don't we go shopping after school even?" my mother kindly offered.

"Really? That sounds really nice –"

Anne glared at me. As much as I missed spending time with my mom, especially with her being so busy with her new husband and job, I knew Anne would want me to spend the day with her instead.

"--But, I think I'm good. Thank you though."

"Oh...that's alright. Maybe another day?" she asked, trying to keep a smile.

"Yeah, a different day..."

I sighed, walking off to the bathroom, not feeling hungry anymore. I took my toothbrush and paste out while Anne went through my makeup.
"You should let me do your eyeliner today. Maybe it could actually look good."