Saving Grace

Chapter One. // Faces.

Chapter One. // Faces.

I should have figured that today was going to be a total shit day just from how it began.

In the lovely state of Maine, it is always cold. Even now, almost April and my fingers are numb with cold. I found myself walking to the drug store at ten in the morning with only a thin sweatshirt that my friend Amanda gave me last year when she gained the freshman twenty and I didn't. She embraced it though; I was dumb enough to think that today would be my lucky day and I would only be outside for a maximum of fifteen minuets, so along with my old sweatshirt, I wore some old leggings and a pair of those cheap rip-off Uggs that you can get at Walmart for seven bucks on sale.

I was just walking along when an old high school friend had stopped me and asked me how I was doing. I didn't need another reminder, but God decided that I did, so he sent me Emily. My 'reminder' of just how dense and rude society as a whole is.

While I stood there in my old, thin clothes that wouldn't be fit for a southern winter, let alone a northern one, she stood their in a large puffy fur coat and overly furry Uggs that looked like they had two small cats wrapped around both of them.

But who am I to judge her when I was the one freezing my ass off while she could have mistaken the cold whether as a warm summer day.

"Jamie! How are you! I haven't seen you sense graduation!" She had yelled in my face rather obnoxiously.

Emily was never a bad person, she was always wicked sweet, but she was really loud and up in your face all the time. She wanted to know every little aspect of your life, every little secret all while being incapable of the concept of whispering. Granted, she didn't mean to, but her 'disabilities' as I like to call it; were the reason the whole graduating class found out that I had lost my precious flower of purity in eighth grade to Gaige Plenninger, who by the way is the greasiest, most disgusting person in the world. While he means well, he is just uneducated and blinded by the world's judgmental ways. To put it bluntly, he thinks everyone is dying to sleep with him. It's disgusting. But I don't like talking about it.

I was polite and made small talk, we talked about the cold whether ironically and how people really should be sure to bundle up, but she thought it would be fun to continue talking in the middle of the sidewalk. So, I answered her questions about where I am in my life and tried to ask her the same ones back without showing the possibilities of me killing her before it was over.

In the end, she bothered me for about an hour before she let me leave, and that was before I picked up my groceries.

If she had just asked me if I wanted to get coffee sometime, it wouldn't have been bad at all, but she is a very impatient person, I'm assuming. Only considering the fact that she 'couldn't wait to see how well I was doing in life', as well as the fact that she had always been this way. Going to the same school as someone sense Pre-K really helps you get to know a person. She isn't the 'let's meet up for coffee' kind of girl. She's the 'let's talk now regardless of your attire and plans' kind of girl.

After I had ditched her, I rushed to get inside the drug store to pick up what I had originally came for. Cough drops for my brother which he would end up having to share with me because of Emily. Coffee grounds for my dad, a few cheap boxes of granola bars for my mom and two packets of gum for me, I left the store and all but ran home.

Walking up the stares to my fading red door, I push it open with my shoulder, and barge through the opening, the heat on my skin is orgasmic. I drop the three bags on the floor and rush into my living room where I had only expected to see my parents, my brother and my best friend, Amanda.