The Best friend

Summertime

Delilah's P.O.V

It was the last week before we had to go back to school from our summer break and Jess and I were laying on the hood of my car watching the stars. This was something we did whenever we had the time to, it was quiet and most times it would help me find inspiration for my next piece.

Art was a major part of my life now, after being forced into the studio arts class I realized how skilled I was and how it could calm the nerves.

"Did you hear that they're redistricting the schools?" Jess broke the silence.

"Yeah, but at least we'll still be together, Jess." I said gripping her hand.

"I know that, but at the old school, we had a free spirited reputation. At this other school, who knows what they'll think of us." She replied.

It was true, at the old school Jess and I were known as, "The Hippy Dip Twins", but it wasn't out of disrespect. It was based on the fact that people respected us for staying true and not confirming to the mainstream communism that is high school.

Although it wasn't hard for me, I was the only girl at my school with natural hair, that wasn't silky, due to the non-mixture of my race. Since I cut my hair, second semester of sophomore year, it's now past my shoulders. My mom said that it's unnatural for hair to grow that fast. I was just happy it grew at all.

Jess was like my polar opposite, bone straight hair that fell past her butt, she was a good 5"9, while I stood proud at 5"1, she was loud and flamboyant while I was quiet and subtle. People still don't understand how we're friends but they also don't know how Jess unknowingly saved my life.

"Why chose now to care any what people think?" I asked.

" Because this is our senior year and I don't want to go out as a weirdo." She said sitting up.

"Its kinda too late for that, don't you think?" I replied laughing.

" Yeah, you're right. But I don't know how much I'm going to like having to go to school with a bunch of stuck up, rich white kids." She replied.

" Well, this is what we're going to do, were not going to mind what they have to say about us and we're going to stick together. You're gonna keep playing volleyball and I'm going to keep up with my art. We'll make it through this year." I reassured her.

"Who are you and where is my best friend?" She asked laughing.

After we left the park we went back to my house where my mom was making dinner. Jess was officially part of my family now and I was technically apart of hers. I lived her parents they were so free, if you looked up the definition of hippies, Jess' family portrait would be right there, not even kidding.

We walked into my house and into the kitchen where my mom stood stirring batter in a bowl.

"Hey mama." We said in unison.

"Hey Lilah, hey Jess. How do you guys feel? Big week next week. First day of senior year." My mom said smiling.

My mom was a beautiful woman. She had caramel skin that always seemed to glow, even when she was sad. Her smile was the warmest to me it was like the cure to everything, anytime I was sad all she had to smile and I felt better, she was almost 40, but she still looked like a teenager. That's one thing I got from her, my youthful looks, I was now 18 and for some reason people thought that I was 13, imagine how hard it was for me to buy horror movies.

"I still don't understand why we have to go to that school." I stated grabbing a bottle of juice from the fridge.

"Well honey all you can do is make the best of it. Who knows you might even find your high school sweetheart." She teased.