One Look

Diora

I've known her since we were five. It was the first day of kindergarten. I was wearing my favourite yellow princess dress, it was my favourite because everyone told me I looked like a sunflower and I loved sunflowers.

But when I first spotted Heather, she was the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She was wearing an old t-shirt and some black jeans. But her shoes are the things that stood out, they were yellow with sunflower prints on them. I loved sunflowers, and from that moment on I knew that I was going to love her.

Now it is the last day of the last year of school and Heather is still the prettiest girl I know. Of course that made her popular. She was radiant, everyone loved her just as much as I did.

I'm in my room getting ready for the first day of school, putting on my uniform and trying to style my hair. That's when I get a call, it's Heather. She's my only friend and really the only person I talk to besides my family. I answered the call and I could instantly hear her excitement.

"Hey, are you ready yet? Don't tell me you haven't eaten" I could hear the smile in her voice. She had a beautiful smile.

"And what if hypothetically I was still getting ready and have not eaten yet?" I answer with a laugh. I wonder if she likes my laugh, I think it sounds funny but then again she told me she loves everything about me.

"You have got to be kidding me, we said we'd get there early so that we can catch up, I haven't seen you all summer!" Heather went to her aunt's place that summer, she said she needed a break from her mom. Her mom was a pain but that's only because she was jealous of her own daughter. That summer I wondered what she was up too all the time but she was rarely on her phone.

"Yes yes, I know! I won't be late I promise. I'm hanging up now" I said and before she could say anything I hung up. I always did that because I found it absolutely hilarious how mad she gets.

I continue getting ready making sure my skirt is short but not too short that it was noticable. The boys at my school used to make fun of me because I used to wear a non tailored skirt that went over my knees. They called me "holy Mary". But now that nickname is long gone and so was my 'holiness'.

When I was done, I stared at myself in the mirror. I look good but not as good as Heather, no one looks better than her. She tells me I'm just biased but it's the truth.

I go downstairs into the kitchen with my bag filled with school supplies. Nobody is in there. My parents are at church, they're always there every single morning and would never miss a morning. I found it odd and could never imagine why they feel the need to be there every morning before work but I soon didn't care. They said that praying at church is better than praying anywhere else and that their prayers are what helped them be so successful.

They stopped dragging me to the morning prayers when I didn't stop complaining. I got dragged out of my bed multiple times and even slapped by my mom across the face when I said I didn't want to go. She called me a demon. But soon they gave up.

I head to the fridge and decide to make myself some toast and coffee.

When I was in the car with my driver driving me to school, I wondered if Heather was there already. She hadn't texted me after the call.

I stared outside the window and saw people walking to school. I lived in a small town where there were only three schools. I went to the most expensive one because my parents said that it was more civilized. Heather didn't always go to my school but she got a scholarship in 9th grade and could now afford to attend with me. I was so happy knowing that now I have something to look forward to every school morning.

Before she attended my school, I was a nobody. I blended in with the crowd, only standing out when I got the best marks in the whole grade.

After she came in the 9th grade, everyone wanted to know who she was. She got attention everywhere she went. It was hard not noticing her confidence. I always admired her for that. People started noticing me because they wanted to know who she was. I didn't mind though because she was there and I loved showing her off.

When we arrived I spotted her instantly. She was leaning against a pole in the parking lot looking down at her phone. She was frowning and I thought that maybe her and her boyfriend, Dre were going through a tough patch again. But instead I heard my phone vibrate with a message. It was Heather.

"I've been here for 10 minutes! You better be on the way or I'm going to be angry"

I laughed and rolled down my window as we got closer to the parking. I poked my head out the window and shouted "Shut up you whore!". She instantly looked up knowing it was me. She smiled brightly and shouted back "you shut up whore!" And began running to the car after we have parked. Everyone in the parking lot, which was about three people looked at us but we didn't care. When we were together only the two of us existed.

I thanked my driver and told him I would text him when to fetch me. I got out of the car and ran into her with open arms, both of us screaming with excitement. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders while mine were on her waist. We were the same height but we always hugged like this. We swayed side to side in the hug. She smelled so nice, like a field filled with flowers. I didn't want to let go but the hug had to end. After one tight squeeze from her with me coughing dramatically she let go.

"You've gotten even prettier over the summer" she said winking, starting to walk towards the entrance of the school. I followed and blushed hoping she wouldn't notice. Heather made me blush a lot. She was one of the few people that could do that because I admired her.

"Please, look who's talking. You get prettier each day I see you" I say as I laugh. She bumps into me laughing. "Only you would think that" she says.

I wanted to tell her she's wrong when she speaks up again "I can't wait for school to end. I never want to see this building ever again" she says as we near the entrance. I nod in agreement, "we finally made it. Who would have thought" I say smirking. "Not me" she answers laughing.

We enter the building and go to the 12th grade lockers and look for our names. We get assigned new lockers each year and they're seperated by grade. There aren't a lot of us, with only 21 of us in the 12th grade. Everyone knew everyone but you could easily go unnoticed in a school where beauty and riches is the only thing that mattered.

I look and find my locker at the same time as Heather does. Hers is three lockers away. The lockers are assigned in alphabetical order by surname, so her locker was always there lockers away. I looked at her as I scanned my fingerprint on the locker to open it.

She smiled back at me while doing the same and as I was putting some of my books in my locker she said.

"Dre and I have broken up for good this time"

I froze.