Alora Jones; a shy, 20-year-old who has spent all of her life struggling with her weight. It doesn't help that the main cause of that is because of her parents. Growing up with constant negativity and hurtful words being thrown at her by the two tha...
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July 18th, 2023
Alora
I've lived in London for about a month now, and I can already say that I love it here. Bella and I have been spending the last month unpacking and setting up our apartment. It was mostly my things because she was able to move in earlier but she had no problem helping me unload my things. I put the last picture up on the wall in the living room and turn to Bella.
"What do you think," I say proudly, my hands on my hips.
"It looks a little crooked," Bella says squinting at the wall and making a square with her hands.
I spin around to see what she's talking about. "What, no it's no-" I turn back around and see Bella doubled over laughing at the fact I fell for her antics.
"Bahahaha, you're so fucking gullible," she says in the middle of her catching her breath.
She wipes her eyes before looking over at me and seeing that I am not finding this amusing.
"Oh c'mon A, lighten up. You signed up for this when you agreed to move in with me."
"I think I'm starting to regret it... I might call Maddie to see if she needs an extra roommate." I say with a smirk on my face.
"Wow, I see how it is... well I was going to take you out to a nice dinner to celebrate but never mind. I'll just cancel the reservation," she says as she reaches for her phone but I stop her.
"Wait for a damn second." I pause before looking at her, "You were gonna take me out to dinner?"
I can't believe she was going to surprise me with a nice dinner and I completely ruined it. I suck. This is why I've never had any friends. I don't know when to stop with the bullshit. I do not deserve these girls in the least bit. I'm shocked they've put up with me for this long, but to be fair it's easy to be friends with someone when they live over 3,000 miles away. I give it 2 months tops before they start to hate me. It always happens. I've kind of become numb to it, ya know, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. It's like my life motto because I've been hurt by so many people in my life.
"Of course I was, this is the start of your new life Alora. We are all so proud of you, it's not easy uprooting your life and moving halfway across the country. It's also not easy leaving a toxic family, especially when it's your own parents. You are so strong and you deserve to be celebrated." She pulls me into a hug and I fight back the tears that are forcing themselves to the surface.
"God, I'm such a terrible friend. You had this surprise planned for me and I just completely ruined it," I can't fight the tears back any longer and they come streaming down my face like the Nile River.
She pulls away from the hug and cups my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her with my bloodshot eyes.
"I don't ever want to hear you say that again. You are an amazing friend. You're my platonic soulmate, you're stuck with me for life whether you like it or not." She wipes the tears from my eyes and continues, "Now. Stop crying and go make yourself look all pretty because tonight is all about you."
