All About Love (completed)

All About Love -- Chapter 1

hello babes, it's dorcas here! me and my friend, ashley (janoskianaddict), have written a short story which will be a few chapters. hopefully you'll like it, and yeah, so thanks! and this is only the first chapter okay? the next one will come up about next week :) kay, enjoy!!!

It all started from high school. I was a chic new girl who had just joined sophomore year. I had turned up in the middle of the year, as I had switched schools. On my first day, I was wearing a tribal print crop top, black shorts and my black converse high-tops, with many hand-braided yarn bracelets adorning my wrists. I had walked into class and everyone’s gaze immediately shifted from the teacher to me. I had a few small smiles, a few raised eyebrows, a few lustful glances from the guys and I had definitely heard a few snickers from the back of the class.

“Hello my dear, I’m Mrs Lina, and are you... Mia?” the teacher, who seemed in her early thirties had said to me warmly. I nodded slightly and looked back at the class warily. The teacher smiled at me and said, “How about you go sit next to Marie? She’s over there,” A slim girl, probably “Marie”, with her hands folded on the desk raised one hand slightly, “I’m Marie.”

I quickly walked over to the table and sat next to Marie. She smiled at me awkwardly and I smiled back shyly. I turned my attention back to Mrs Lina and pushed my hipster glasses (the glasses with the really big frames) back up the bridge of my nose. Mrs Lina started talking about Advanced Algebra. I opened my notebook and started doodling on it randomly. I had already knew most of the stuff that Mrs Lina was talking about so I shut her out. I felt i nudge on my hand. A note. I opened it carefully, smoothing out the creases.

OMG this is soooo boring, Mrs Lina ALWAYS repeats stuff ugh, you seem really smart tho haha. anyway, you seem cool, wanna have lunch together? Marie xx

I felt flattered, I had expected to be sitting alone at the café, while everyone else had their little “cliques”. But here I was, with someone asking whether we could eat lunch together.

I immediately wrote back:

Sure :) and yeah, Mrs Lina may seem fun and nice, but she is sooooo boring... ><

I passed the note back to her subtly and she stifled a laugh when she read it, and winked at me, mouthing “talk to you later”.

We had become really good friends. Best friends, actually. She had rose to be the “It Girl” of the school, while I was always just known as “Marie’s best friend”. Not that I was unhappy about it. She never ditched me for any of the other friends, no matter how close they were to her, nothing valued more than each other’s friendship. We were inseparable. She would refuse to turn up for any sleepover or girl’s night out without me, and I was grateful for that.

This was the beginning of our friendship and we had helped each other so much. She had given me a life out of my own little daydreaming world. And I had kept her down to earth and not get the popularity get to her head. We were complete opposites,but added up to be the perfect match of best friends.

---------------JUNIOR YEAR---------------

“Marie! Are you done? Can you hurry up! Gosh… Why are you taking such a long freaking long time!” I yelled as I pounded on her bathroom door. Ugh, Marie was such a fashionista… Is it really necessary to put on the “perfect” outfit and deck herself out in every piece of jewellery that she owned? Why can’t she just be like me… She could just put on a white sleeveless muscle tee with the words “HIPSTA PLEASE” and shorts, just like me…

She sashayed out of the bathroom, dressed in a baby blue shirt and a white mini skirt that showed off her legs. It looked like something stolen from Barbie’s wardrobe. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows, muttering, “You took half an hour to choose that outfit…” I rolled my eyes and brushed my hair from my face and put on my glasses.