Something Out Of Nothing

You didnt see this coming?

Aurora felt the vibrations of her phone ringing under her blanket as she was doing homework. She shoved the chromebook off her lap and her hands moved frantically around in search of her phone.
"Hello?" in surprise the familiar voice of her best friend sung. This was surprising to Aurora because she hadn't herd from her in months. Amela spent those months slobbering over her new lover Orian, pushing Aurora away. She became confused as to why her old friend was contacting her.
"He has been cheating the whole time Aurora, the whole time!" Amelas' sobs could be heard over the speaker.
"I'm sorry, would you like me to come over and bring strawberry ice cream"?
"Ugh, I can't believe I was so foolish to trust that kurva¹, to malo govno²"! Amelas' sobs had turned into an angry scream. Whenever her fury became too much her words would slur into broken English, her Croatian roots taking over.
"English please"?
"Sorry that's right, I am sorry I can't believe I trusted him over you. You were right, yet I trusted him." Amelas' voice became soft, blowing her nose and clearing her throat.
"Hey, I get it. It's okay, things happen, life happens. Who did he cheat on you with"?
"Esperanza, I mean what did I expect, she is so much prettier than I am." She broke down again, huffing heavily.
"Amela, shut. Up. You are gorgeous!" Aurora stated sternly. She was only speaking the truth. Amela was perfect, her olive skin glistened in the sunlight. Her soft shiny black hair made its way past her mid back. Her face was flawless, every pore tiny, her nose sitting perfectly in the middle of her face. Not too big, not too small. Her lips were perfectly plump and her green eyes were speckled in different parts with gold while a dark green ring held the colors together. Everywhere she went she was noticed, of course her physical appearance was what caught people's eyes, but her kind heart was her true beauty.
"I mean I guess."
"Amela vrijeme je za jelo³." Her mom could be heard shouting at Amela, her dinner was ready.
"I have to go Aurora." Amela smooched the phone and hung up. Aurora exhaled. She missed her best friend but was still irritated that she dropped her for a guy. Again she could understand but also couldn't. Who wouldn't want to be with Orian? He was handsome, charming, and overall an interesting character. He was a part of the football and rugby team. So he was physically attractive. Along with his brown curly hair that rested above his eyebrows. His pale skin was spotted with freckles along his chest and cheeks. He had honey colored eyes that could seduce any girl who had the misfortune of meeting his gaze. Everyone loved him. His teammates, because he was good at the sports he dominated every time he was on the field. The teachers fancied him because he crushed everyone academically. The only people that didn't love him were the broken hearts of the girls he'd shattered. All the girls at Green Tree High thought they could change him, that they knew him and could break the cycle. No girl ever succeeded. Aurora couldn't understand the problems of being in a relationship because she was never in one. Either she was to ugly or annoying to ever bewitch a guy into dating her. She assumes it is usually the second option. Aurora was average. Not the basic white barbie beautiful but in her own way she was. She was pale and dotted all over. None of her freckles bothered her as much as the one in between her eyebrows. That was one of the only things she saw when she stared into the mirror. She had dark brown hair that always got greasy on day three of not washing. Her physique wasn't perfect either, her stomach wasn't flat and had a little pudge. Not particularly skinny but not fat either, just in between.The one thing that ever caught anyone's attention was her eyes. A beautiful blend of cobalt and sky blue. A navy blue surrounded the mix of colors in a ring. Ever since she was little everyone complimented her eyes. Aurora caught herself in thought and decided to put that thinking into homework. She was smart so she could easily get these Algebra problems done in 5 minutes or so. As soon as she placed her computer back on her lap she heard her mother holler from the kitchen to eat dinner. She moved the chromebook of her lap in annoyance and stretched herself out walking into the dining room. Plopping herself onto the wooden chair. Across from her was her mother, to the right of her was her sister, and the left was her step dad. The food was gone in less than half an hour but the chatter still remained. Aurora's sister Serena carried the conversation, talking about her day at school, after school activities, and her new profound interest in frogs. Serena had a new interest every 2-3 weeks. Last time it was Shakespearean writing and now it was frogs. Everyone who sat at the table listened closely, all of them knew that this new hobby wasn't going to last long but it was still fun to listen to all Serena's newly found knowledge. Dinner was done and the next thing on Aurora's mind was to get clean. Her three days were up so it was time to take a shower. She enjoyed showers, it was a time to relax. Washing away the dirt that accumulated throughout her day. It was also a time to think. Her thoughts seemed to be stuck on Amela and Orian. She removed her garments and went into the shower. The warm water coursing its way through strands of hair and down her face. When her hair was coated with water she pumped her shampoo onto her hand. 4 pumps was all she needed. The sweet aroma of almonds and vanilla tickled her nose as she massaged the thick liquid into her hair.
Was this my fault for not talking Amela out of dating him? I knew that he was the school cheater yet didn't change her mind.
These thoughts floated around her head. One in particular echoing of previous experiences she grabbed her conditioner. How could I talk Amela out of doing anything, she is too hard headed.
At least one of her questions was answered. The water's temperature started fluctuating meaning it was time to finish up before the water turned to ice. She quickly rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and lathered her body in creamy lilac smelling wash. She wrapped her body with a beach towel and looked into the mirror. The steam still lingered so she couldn't judge herself this time. She pulled on some white pajama pants that had donuts scattered all around them. As she tugged the shirt on the steam faded from the mirror and she could see herself. The little freckle she couldn't stand, the dark hair on her arms stealing the space her skin was supposed to be in, and the little pudge protruding out of her pajama pants.
Why am I not as pretty as Amela? Here the unpleasant thoughts came to fester in her mind. She still had homework she needed to accomplish so she didn't have time for negative thoughts. Even though she wanted to forget that thought, it was engraved into her mind, so she pushed it to the back of her mind so she could deal with it later. While she completed her homework the thought still poked at her so she closed the laptop and tucked herself in. Maybe sleeping would help her destroy it, but the silence only intensified the negativity.
Did all girls think this poorly of themselves? She turned her little fan on to hoping to drown out her thoughts. Luckily it did, for awhile. They haunted her dreams, pranced around her head until the sound of her alarm chased them away. Her clock read 5:38, just the right amount of time to get dressed, do makeup, eat breakfast, and brush her teeth. She started her routine out by getting out of her bed, her mangled mess of hair falling to her shoulders. A black hoodie with tiny white hearts placed asymmetrically down both sleeves caught her attention. She fumbled around her room and glanced into her pants drawer, white bootcut jeans with little rips near the pockets. She slipped on the jeans and admired herself in the mirror.
My outfit looks cute today. She applied makeup to enhance her best features. A little mascara and black eyeliner on her waterline. She felt pretty for the first time in a while, that was all taken away when she entered school and saw Amela. The sun was jealous of the way rays beamed all around her. Her outfit consisted of a tight mid length skirt, a diamond geometric pattern that engulfed it from top to bottom. A white tank top could be seen through a sheer black blouse. Amela signaled Aurora over to her.
"How did your mother let you out of the house?" Amela's mother was strict in certain areas like clothing, where she could stay the night, and her academics. Other than that she was very loose with the rules. Amela grabbed gray cotton sweatpants out of her back pack and waved it infront of Auroras face.
"Using this" She continued wielding the pants around.
"You mean using these?" Aurora corrected. Amela peeped a look at Aurora than back at the sweat pants her eyebrow slowly raising in confusion.
"But there is only one pair of pants," Amela paused, comprehending her little flaw. "Oh English is very confusing." Amela nodded as she spoke.
Aurora scoffed, "As if, English may have a lot of confusing words that mean the same thing but at least you can pronounce them, Croatian is just a bunch of letters jumbled together."
Amela thought for a few seconds, different words flipping through her mind. The words scattering on the floor of her brain when the bell chimed.
"Well Algebra is calling me, gotta go?" Aurora gave her bestie a hug.
"Well hang up." Amela whispered into her ear. They departed soon after the sweet moment they shared. Aurora missed this, the talks, the arguing over who's language made more sense, and just the comfort of being around Amela. She didn't feel the need to pretend around her, she could be herself. When she entered the dim room girls of all different social classes were sprawled all over her seat. She shooed the annoying gnats away while reaching into her bag obtaining her homework. Orian sighed in annoyance.
"And what was the point in doing that, your ruining my game." Aurora turned around looking him straight in the eye, placing her head on her hands pouting.
"Aww, that must be a first." She smiled mischievously.
"Or maybe you shooed them away so you could get a chance to talk to me, alone." He winked and smiled seductively. She rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Sorry Orian Im not one of the girls that fall under your little spell, go find another dumb broad to break." Aurora turned around confidently, feeling proud that she won the argument.
"Like Amela?" Orian giggled, flipping his packet to the homework that wasn't completed. Aurora's eyes filled with rage and violence, looked up at the wall she was perpendicular too. An inspirational poster staring back at her. Take life one story at a time and react with a proper attitude. She wanted to scream in his face and rip his paper to shreds. It's not like he ever did his homework. It was his second time taking the class. He didn't care this year and apparently the same attitude carried on into this year. She analyzed her thoughts carefully and decided it wasn't worth making a fool out of herself to justify a situation she barely knew anything about. Aurora read the poster again. If Orian wanted to act like the stuck-up cheating snob he was then so be it, but his words and actions weren't going to affect her. He didn't mean anything to her so what he said didn't matter. So she stood up, sharpened her pencil and patiently waited for the teacher to start the next lesson.

¹ Whore.
² That little shit.
³ Amela it's time to eat.

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