1The Adventures of Awkward Girl And Mrs.Fantastic

They were m..all looking at them, some eyes glowed with hatred, others couldn't wait to laugh, and there were few who had pity. But the two girls didn't care as they stood before an audience of peers waiting for them to slip up, to make a mistake, like a shark waits for the first drop of blood. The two girls knew that out of all of them, if anyone was going to grow up and be something, be someone, it would be them. It would be Briana and Carley.

*Carley*

First day of highschool. I made up a list for myself, if I keep to it I know I can almost for sure avoid getting beat up. Really, it's not that I'm an easy target, I'm just mouthy, which could be the understatement of the year.

1.Don't talk.

That's pretty much it.

I shoulder a bag of books that probably weigh more than I do and trudge up to the front entrance to school, my emerald eyes eagerly gazing across the sea of unfamilliar faces, a few register in my mind as old friends that I didn't keep in touch with over the summer, but the wide majority spans out in groups, cliques are already forming and here I am, a lone wolf, the people who were my friends are now lost in the ocean of people who are not. I sigh, making the messy bun full of waist length red clay colored hair jiggle on my head, with words of protest leaving a foul taste in my mouth, the urge to fit in wins me over and I jump into the flow of lemmings traveling in a mob into school.

I am so not ready for this.

She is at my locker, and suddenly the hard exterior around my heart melts to show I'm still human. My best friend, Briana Dorsing is here. I think a squeal escapes my throat as I rush to her, she doesn't see me coming until I'm only a couple yards away, her sky blue eyes light up and she meets me the rest of the way.

"Carley!" She shrieks, making numerous heads turn our way, I wrap my arm around her in a rib crushing hug and we giggle in delight, she looks over my outfit, a simple white flowing spaghetti strap tank top and ripped up dark wash jeans shorts that illuminate my dark tan, and nods in approval. "You look hot, I'm surprised you haven't been asked out yet."

"Oh pleas," I snort with a dismissal wave of my glossy red nails. " I have been in school exactly three minutes and you are already expecting me to be checking out the eye candy."

"No," Briana starts with a shrug of her shoulders. " You are way too oblivious to be checking them out, but they should be checking you out most definitely."

"Whatever." I answer with a smirk, checking for my locker, then walking two lockers down to get to mine. Briana matches my steps, her perfectly curled golden blond hair falling in thick waist length waves and her Italian brown skin glowing with a golden tan.

"What's wrong with you Carles? You seem a bit glum." She pouts, leaning against the locker adjacent to mine.

A small smile twerks up the corners of my baby pink lips and I slip her a slideways glance. " I'm fine Bri." I hate lying to her, but I really don't want to burden her with my stuff when it is only the first day of school. She should have fun, she should go hang out with the other girls and mingle, because I know from all the shy stares, sideways glances, and tiny whispers that people don't understand why the both of us are best friends, sisters to be more truthful.

I'm Awkward Girl and she is Mrs.Fantastic

I'm a possum and she is a swan.

I'm chatter box and she is flirty.

I'm a freak and she is popular.

I'm a weird one and she is a fashionista.

She is Prom Queen, and I'm serving punch.

"I have to get to class." I say quickly, even though we have ten minutes until school starts.

Briana gives me a quick peck on the cheek and scampers off in her. fashionionable outfit. I stay standing, observing the obstacle of kids that pour around me like I'm a boulder in the water. Today, I look like a hipster, tomorrow I could be a princess, but one thing is for sure, I am not anything near a Briana. I know that, the lemmings at this school know it, and they will do everything they can to make sure Briana knows it.

Status quo says we can't be friends. I'm too me, and she is too her.