Not crazy

Chapter 1

Now: 2016

I looked at my once bright and shiny light brown eyes, and all I saw was dullness. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Now I had heavy bags under my eyes  and they were unsurprisingly very dark.

He is the reason behind my state right now. Oh how some man can be tricky.

Flashback

It was a hot spring afternoon in Florida in 2012.

My long legs were glistening from the sun. Sweat dripping down my face and my scalp wouldn't stop itching. I hate it when it's hot and my scalp won't stop sweating which makes it itchy.
I finished my tenth lap around  my neighborhood, and decided to head to my one bedroom apartment.

The first thing I did was get in that shower, after I stripped down. When I was done, I walked to my drawings decorated bedroom, to anyone else, it would have look kinda creepy because of how every visible inch of the walls were decorated with all of my drawings. But, to me it was purely beautiful.

I added lotion on my exotic brown skin, put  on a blue sundress that stopped right in the middle of my thighs, slipped my big feet into my favorite white sandals.

I parted my moist hair in the middle and braided them into cornrows. I loved how both of the ends rested on my breast, then I added a little carmex on my plump, thick lips. Finally I took out  my beach bag from one of the closets, I put a large beach towel, two blankets, my wallet, earphones, phone, my toothbrush and toothpaste, pad, extra underwear, just in case my little unwanted friend comes for a visit, three bottles of Aquafina water inside of it.

I drove to the beach, my front windows down and my lungs enjoying the fresh salty air , which meant I was almost there.

By the time I arrived to the beach, I could already see the stars, I love them.
I took out my bag and headed for the sand.

"Happy birthday lil'Debbie", my friend Rose, yelled. She is the exact  physical opposite of me. She is white, I am  black, she is 5'2, I am 5'11in, her hair is platinum blonde, straight and neck-length , mine is raven black, kinky and chest-length. Her eyes are emerald, my eyes are light brown. But, we were the same when it came to personalities.
"Thanks rosie Rose", I said while hugging her petite body, which was another opposite, as to I am big-boned.
We met in kindergarten, I shared my BLT sandwich with her when her mom mixed her cereal and milk for lunch time . It was so disgusting. I mean come on Ms. Martin, it doesn't take a genius to know they have to be separate until they are about to be eaten.

Ever since we became best friends. Our father, God, blessed us, he gave us the strength to go through one of the harshest phases of life together. High school.

"Omg I can't believe you are twenty years old, oh and here's your gift"she said while handing me my present.

I stopped and teared open the box, only to reveal a filled charm bracelet and a long clear balloon.

" Aww thank you Rosie", I said then hugged her.
" Duh, best friends for life", she said while wiggling her left wrist. I couldn't help but hug her again. Friends like her are super rare, when you find one, you make sure you hold on to her/him very tight and try not to let them go.
When it was her birthday, last week, I treated her with a wonderful day at the spa and dinner. But now I kinda feel bad since her gift was a forever gift and mine was vice versa.