Cherry

Claire (Now)

My mom tried to make me feel better, she told me we couldn't move like I wanted to because we couldn't afford it.. I walk to homeroom like always, and I get the same looks that I get everyday, when I walk to every class, when I walk anywhere in this town I get the looks.

Some people think I'm crazy and that I should just get over the fact my best friend is dead. But they aren't even the worst, the worst are the looks of sympathy,because they all mean well, they all think they know what I'm going through, but really they don't. I know they just feel bad for me and Cherry,but really I think everyone shouldn't judge me just because my best friend was dead.

Once someone started the rumor that I was the one who killed Cherry. ME. Her Best friend. Which is so stupid. I think some people still believe that. I don't care.

I sit at my desk, the same desk I sit in in every class. The one in the very back where no one will try and talk to me and I can just focus on the lessons and graduate from this hell hole called highschool.

Once I graduate I plan on moving to California and going to collage, That's where Cherry would have gone. But she had a swim scholarship for a different school. But its still something that keeps her in my mind. I can't wait to go to a place where no one knows me as the girl whose best friend died and lets all feel sorry for her and not treat her like a normal person.

I was prepared for any other day of hell. Get through classes, leave as soon as I can. Get home eat, sleep, repeat. But something different happens, I was reading my book when I saw a girl sit in the empty desk in front of me,she turns around and gives me a big smile of perfect whit teeth, not the sympathetic smile the other girls wore, But a genuine one.

"Hi, I'm Claire, I'm new here. I hope its okay I sit here?" She says with cheer, I can't help but smile back to her, sure it isn't her big huge blindingly white beam, just a small smile, it's more than I usually do at school.

"Yeah totally, just not used to people sitting here" I add a small chuckle to the end and a little strand of hair falls to my face from my bun and I remember who I really am.

"I'm Tessa Rose.. You might not want to be seen talking to me Claire, people around here think I'm kinda weird.." I say looking at my lap to avoid eye contact.

"Are you a druggie, dangerous, think you are some kind of crazy witch-wizard-demon-horse-cat-crazy-lady, or involved in any cults?"

I shake my head

"I think you're fine" We both laugh and smile. I think I'm staring to like this girl.

Clair is really pretty. Looks like shes straight out of some Tumblr Polaroid, super skinny and long legs. Shes wearing brown leggings, chunky knitted black leg warmers a brown combat boots with a navy sweater. Dark brown almost black hair cascading down in soft curls, Big green eyes with flecks of gold with black Pin-Up eyeliner and perfect eyelashes to die for. And lips just as full as Kylie Jenner, (but less fake looking) with a matte purpley dark berry lipstick. I wish I was that pretty..

I am short, very short. Long straight naturally bleach blonde hair at my hips, with boring flat grey eyes. I'm really pale. Like PALE pale. I usually wear T-shirts with weird quotes on them or just plain ones and my black skinny jeans. I used to wear makeup and do my hair but really after Cherry.. I just kinda stopped caring.

"You looked lonely over here, so I decided you could use some company. I mean I'm not the most popular girl in the school- yet" She says the last sentence with a flip of her hair and a stupid valley girl voice and a wink and we both laugh.

I think I'm making friend.