As I slowly woke up I quietly shifted my body, moving around as I awoke. I was so excited to finally see my bestfriend, Miranda.
While I layed there I had the flashbacks of all the fun times my blue-eyed ginger friend and I had together, all of the crazy things we talked about and did together, all times of going to Sunsplash and all the crazy nights we enjoyed together. Then I thought of my mom and how Miranda was there for me when she left.
Then I grabbed my white iPhone with a hot pink case and clicked the home button, and I saw it was 10:30. Miranda was going to be home in an hour from her dad's house and I wanted to see her right when she got home.
I quickly jumped out of bed hitting my foot on my desk. Ouch I thought as I sat onto my bed clutching my foot. I got up and my foot didn't hurt anymore.
I grabbed my pink and black flatiron and plugged it into the outlet sitting on my desk. I gathered up my clip and heat protectant and I began straitening my short, curly, dirty blond hair that I hated with a passion.
Miranda lived 6 houses down the street and I did my regular walk to her house in my dark blue Gilly Hicks hoodie, jeans, and my casual black Vans.
I turned the corner to see her in the passenger side of her dad's new shiny black truck. I ran to the side and helped her grab her things out.
I knew that her father had a deep hate for me because of fight Miranda and I had at his house.
She gave her dad a hug as I carried some of her belongings to her front porch as I patiently waited for her to unlock the door.
As we walked in I tripped over her steps that I forgot were there, letting all of her beauty products scatter across the floor. " I am so sorry Miranda!!" I said as I quickly began cleaning up the mess I made.
"Lindsey, it's fine we all know your a complete klutz." As she began giggling.
I flopped onto her bed after she put all of her stuff away. The bed was black and white zebra print, one of my favorites.
"Lindsey, Michael's coming over today." As a grin washed over my freckled friend's face, as anger began burning through my entire body.
I didn't understand what Michael had that attracted my beautiful friend. Michael was a disgusting creature of a human being. A waste of a human.
He wasn't attractive at all, he was a dirty blonde pig. He was very fat, thicker than my friend's usual boyfriend.
I mean it's not always about the looks as long as he's nice to people but this boy, he wasn't. He's just about ruined every one of Miranda's friendships except mine.
"Miranda, I think I'm going to go, I can't stand being around him."Not after what he did to me the last time. " Please just stay he can't come over unless your here. Your the only person my mom trusts anymore." As my best friend pleaded for me to stay. "Fine, I'll stay."
I awkwardly sat on Miranda's gigantic couch that stretched and curved all the way around her livingroom as Michael stuck his tongue down Miranda's throat.
"Can you guys please stop. It's making me want to puke. I came her to enjoy my time with Miranda not watch you stick your tongue down her throat."
I silently thought about how I haven't had my first kiss let alone any affection with a guy, which was frowned upon at my age as people are already having sex.
" Lexi, what the hell is your problem? Your jealous huh? What because your not good enough to get a guy to like you. Who would even want you? Your so ugly Lindsey. Nobody wants you here." Michael said to me as the tears began streaming down my face.
I stood there frozen on her couch as I silently waited for Miranda to tell him that was wrong. But she didn't. We stood there in silence as the tears streamed down my face.
I grabbed my Vans and ran out the front door running away as fast as I could away from this, away from him as the tears streamed down my face.
I ran until my feet hurt so bad that I had to put my Vans on. All I had was my phone and my keys. I didn't know where I was going to go but I needed to be as far away from them as possible.
This time I was beyond done with my friend. The pain I felt was how I imagine the pain to be if she died, leaving me alone, against the crazy world.
I turned onto Russel Street, as I noticed all of the cars out today. I was in no mood to deal with rude people today. I might just lose it. I softly squinted as the sun was in my eyes because of my lacking in my usual sunglass wear.
Then I remembered the tears that had fallen down my face. There was most likely mascara down my face. For once in my life I really didn't care that my makeup was smeared across my face, that I was a complete mess.
I pushed on the button to walk across the street multiple times even know I knew that it wouldn't make it my turn to walk across the street any sooner.
As I squinted, I saw a light change not knowing if it was mine or not so I went anyways. I took about 5 steps into the street when I heard the brakes squealing across the road as it hit me with a large amount of force causing me to fall.
I knew I hit my head on the road and my hip got hit my the car and that's all I remembered as I passed out.
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I began opening my eyes for all I could feel was the pain in my hip and down my leg. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a bright light right above me like the ones in hospitals. Then I realized that's where I was.
