Top of the World

Chapter 1

"I told you I hate rides, so remind me again, why we are even going to this shitty carnival?" I hissed as I glared at my "best friend" Tyler. 

She (yes she) was forcing me to go to some sketchy-ass little carnival that our town held ever year. I hated rides, ever since I was 9 and was tricked onto "The Rockin' Roller Coaster" at Disney World. Let's just say I threw up on pretty much everyone within a 10 mile radius. 

My hatred of rides wasn't even the worst part. This idiot Tyler was forcing little old introverted me to hang out with people. And not just any people, new people.  By the ways of my own perspective, I was a pretty okay gal, but the second I was forced to behave in an acceptable manor in front of new people, all hell broke loose. I was a strong believer of the whole "being yourself" thing, but that didn't stop me from trying (and failing) to make a good impression on new people. 

Tyler was sort of a legend around my high school. She was the Tyler Mandy.  She was the kinda girl that all the boys wanted and all the girls wanted to be. Her long brown curly hair was always perfect and seemed to flow in slow motion, and it was so shiny, that when the light hit it you were blinded. She was tall, but not too tall, skinny, but not too skinny. She was well, perfect. And let's just say I was just as jealous as everyone else, despite having known her before fame, back when she was chubby with braces and a bad case of "Pizza Face"

I, on the other hand, was not as fortunate as her. I was more widely known as "Tyler's friend" or "That girl who spilt a whole carton of milk on herself at lunch" 

Tyler cackled from her vanity across the room.

"Ohmygod Sienna, I know you just don't want to socialize, but you're gonna have to crawl out from that cave you live in eventually" she smoothed some blush on her cheeks and puckered her lips to check herself out in the mirror. "I don't care what you say, you're coming."

"I hate you and you know it" I groaned, flopping onto my back and staring toward the ceiling. I watched the ceiling fan spin around and around, like a ferris wheel. 

"and you know what?" Tyler says.

"What."

"Guess who's gonna be there"

"who?" 

Tyler was silent for a minute, so I sat up and saw her reflection watching me through the mirror.

"BOYS!" she cried, and I nearly fell off the bed, sending Tyler into a fit of laughter.

Great. I think. Just exactly who I want to embarrass myself in front of.

Tyler got up from her vanity and grabbed her purse, so I got up and did the same.  We walked out of the door and climbed into her shiny Black BMW.  She turned the key in the ignition and the car sputtered to life, the headlights bouncing against the darkness of the night.

Off to hell. I thought as we pulled out of the driveway.