"Because sometimes, all we wish is to be someone else..."
For 17-year-old Felicia Portman, being like Jackie Johnson was the most amazing thing she could dream about...
Jackie is perfect- Good looks, good brains and a too-good-to-be-true boyfriend...
Happy Birthday Best Friend, the crooked handwriting on the glittery card read. Below it there was a doodle of mine- which didn't look anything like me- holding a bouquet and a bunch balloons.
Aww!
"Isn't it nice? I made it myself!", Natasha said proudly and looked at me with wide eyes full of expectations.
"Awwee thanks, it's really beautiful Nattie!", I smiled, internally cringing at the idiotic nickname I'd just created. Natasha didn't seem to mind though.
It was recess time and hence, we were at the school cafeteria, enjoying my birthday treat...
... If French fries and over-cheesy burger with lemonade counts as a 'treat'.
"Come on now" I said. "Class will be starting in a few minutes"
Natasha didn't seem to be happy with this information. "Aw shucks... I'm gonna bunk it I think," she said casually.
I glared at her. "Not again! You've hardly attended even one class, man. You're so gonna get detention one of these days"
"I'm going to attend every class tomorrow" she fibbed, already strolling away to join the other bunkers. "Cross my heart and hope to eat hamburger!"
I rolled my eyes. Natasha was vegetarian-purely vegetarian because 'I-don't-eat-anything-that-poops'. So typical of her.
I sighed and started walking towards the opposite direction, only to collide into a person with a thud.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Travis and I said at the same time. We both looked at each other and laughed.
"Well... That was weird," he said sheepishly as he joined me in my walk to the lockers. "Um hey, by the way, happy birthday, Fel"
That caught me off gaurd.
"You remember my birthday?" I gaped at him in admiration.
"Sure do" he replied shortly, scratching his head.
"Well thanks... I guess" I said, still fazed. But then I realised that sounded kind of rude. "I mean, thanks, Travis. It's sweet of you to remember"
"Actually I-I-...", he paused.
I looked up and saw how badly he was sweating and blushing. He seemed to be struggling to say something.
"Hey, what's the matter, Trav?"
His eyes met mine and then he sheepishly looked away, "Actually... I-I've bought you a gift. It's okay if you don't want it but, you know, I think you should take it. I'm not forcing though..." he paused. "Oh boy. I ruined it, didn't I?"
I just smiled at his innocence, saying, "Hey, of course I'll take it. I'm... touched, really"
He visibly relaxed and handed me a cutely wrapped paper type of thing, which he'd hidden till now in his other hand so I couldn't have seen it.
Curious, I took it and opened the wrapper eagerly.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Inside was a sketch of mine. A hand-made sketch.
"My god, Travis... I-I-..." I was left speechless. "It is beautiful"
It was way way above beautiful, in all honesty. No one had ever- not ever- made me such an amazing sketch.
I just stared at him as he muttured a shy 'thanks', wondering why he'd made something like this for me...
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