The Echoed Truths: Mournings of Nowa

Simone Austin

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EDGEWORTH, PA
MAY 22ND, 2003

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"I LIKE TO FUCK." I heard from the other side of the room. I was sitting at a vanity dresser with my black waterproof long eyeliner pencil in one hand and a wipe in the other. My face was awfully close to the mirror because I needed to make sure I left no mistakes. Tonight was a very important night for me and the last thing on my mind was failing. The last thing I could do was fail.

Taking a deep breath, I removed the eyeliner from my face and I closed my eyes briefly. Sighing. I didn't know what the conversation was about but I did know that I started listening awfully late. It was disturbing having to hear whatever the hell they were talking about. I opened my eyes back up and I turned around to see one of my very good friends sitting on my bed.

"We know — the STD you had last week was surely evidence to prove it." I commented,

She glared at me. She then rolled her eyes and used a Bobby pin to fix her brown hair into a bun. She was really pretty. It was hard not to see it clearly. She had the most adorable big brown and storytelling eyes with her buttoned nose giving life to the features on her face. Her skin was like a warm cup of milk with a few dashes of cream. She gave off a caramel complexion. It always complimented her short curly hair but today it was her bright blue glasses that complimented both her tied up hair and tight off the shoulder long blue dress. The white heels did wonders for showing off her feet.

I wasn't a feet person but she could make anything look good. That was one of the reasons I was friends with her. No matter how stupid and annoying she could be — she always looked good doing it and she could always use her looks to get anything that she wanted. Sitting at lunch with her gave the whole table a free meal. And there was other reasons to be her friend but that was the best one.

"Come on Soni, don't be jealous. Maybe you should learn how to fuck and Sehvahn would consider hitting that." I heard another voice.

My eyes shot over to the door to see a girl. She had rich, chestnut-colored hair that cascaded down her back and warm, expressive eyes that sparkled with intelligence, except — she lacked it. A lot. Her skin, however, had a beautiful, sun-kissed glow, and her smile was both inviting and radiant. But it was fake. Her smile was always fake because she was the devil in a teenage girl body. She wasn't even my friend. She wasn't even supposed to be in this friend group.

"Unlike you, I don't need to fuck my way into a group. Bet you had semen for breakfast this morning." I couldn't help but smile.

She opened her mouth to say something else but she was interrupted when Sehvahn  walked into the room along with 2 other boys behind him. The blonde haired boy walked up to her and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissing her ear. That did it for me. I wanted to puke. The grip on my eyeliner grew tighter and I could feel it almost snap in my hands. There he was — her semen supplier.

Nowa Vally. He was a funny guy and I understood why people like Ariana would want to date him — in fact the whole school seemed to want to date him. Boys and girls. Not that he swung that way anyway but they were still into him. I was just one of the only girls that wasn't.  He wasn't my type and his whole personality was about sex and games. And if Ariana wasn't much of idiot already I would wonder why the hell she was with him. But it wasn't my business and it wasn't my place.

"Hey, Simone." Sehvahn grinned, looking at me through the mirror.

I forced him back a smile before turning over to fix up my last minute touches. I then got up from my vanity dresser and walked past the boys and downstairs. It was too many people in my room and I was ready for this spring dance. It was the last dance before senior prom and I wanted to make an impact. When I got downstairs, I could hear all of our families sitting in the living room, laughing and bonding. I loved that they all came together and that we were one big family.