Where We Stand

Brea

September 1st, 2021, 21 more days till fall, my favorite season. Walking down the cracked and unkempt sidewalks Jessica, Colleen and Myself have used since grade school, I was feeling the crisp morning air blow in my face, I was dreading the next ten minutes when I would arrive at my school.

I was wearing my favourite outfit, a mini graphic tee with a white star labeled across the chest, for pants I wore long dark green cargo pants that went past my ankles, paired with a pair of overworn high rise converse (I have like every color in converse not to brag.)

After another short 10 minutes of walking, I finally reached The dainty golden gate of our hometowns private school, Lark Creek High. Lark Creek is your typical rich person's high school: all paid using daddy's credit card. This school is filled with petite popular pretty girls with all the hot guys wrapped around their perfectly painted feeble pinkies,

Of course, Lark Creek may seem like a beautiful and fancy school, but in reality, it's just another ordinary private high school. Same old dramas, same old snobs, same old jocks, just more strict.

I however do not look rich like the majority of the girls here because, well.. I'm not. I've worked most of my teen life to get up to this point and have successfully gained the ability to attend this school. Plus For one, I have a style. And I don't care whether I look 'cool' or not, I'm not trying to constantly hop on the newest trends, I'm just me.

The school was bubbling with students trying to find their friends they haven't seen since the last school year ended, everyone was shouting and bumping into people, I scanned the grounds trying to find my friends. Well, then again I ask myself, are they my friends? I'm mostly just the girl who records their tik toks and takes their aesthetic pictures for their instagram accounts, but then again, it's hilarious to watch how they act around each other. Looking around the Outdoor grounds parking lot once more I'm absolutely puzzled on where the hell Colleen and Jess could possibly be. They most definitely are not the sort of people that conceal themselves from others.

All of a sudden, I felt the horridly dreadful feeling of someone colliding into my backside.

"Hey!" I said with annoyance in my voice turning around to whoever was clearly not watching where they were going.

"Oh sorry..." She said " could you not hear me yelling at you??"

"Colleen? Haha sorry no, How are you?" I said in a brittley hoarse morning voice.

"I'm pretty good. Hey, have you heard from Jess? She's not answering my texts."

Just as I was about to answer Colleens worrisome question, a car horn honked making both me and Colleen spin around swiftly from our comfortable position, a white SUV quickly parked in a perfectly Horizontal line, right in front of where Colleen and Myself were leaning on a bench which was taken up by the many couples engraved initials. Taking my attention back to the car, a blonde tan girl stepped out slinging a backpack over her shoulder. She Beamed at us from the side of her stunning car. She seemed so instinctively familiar, like somebody I've known my entire life...

"Jessica?" Colleen and I said in unity.