2 Years Later
"Luke's here!" My mom yelled up the stairs.
I sighed, "Send him up please!" I replied.
Moments later my door opened. Luke's head peeped through. "Hey Kezzy!" He grinned.
"Hey."
Luke stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "You know, I can't take it anymore. You're always in a bad mood. It's boring. Can you please just be fun for once?"
"You don't think I'm fun? Then why do you keep coming back?" I shot at him.
"Because I know that deep down you still are fun, you just never show it." He easily replied.
"Shut up, I don't have to be fun if I don't want to." I had my permanent glare plastered on my face.
That's when the unthinkable happened. Luke actually got mad at me. I've seen Luke mad at people before, but he never got mad at me.
"Keziah, I give up! You've made it pretty obvious that you don't wanna be my friend so this is it! You treat me like dirt and expect me to stay your best friend, well I'm done! I can't take your stupid attitude anymore. I've had it, okay? When you're ready to be the person you were two years ago before 9/11, feel free to come talk to me and ask for my friendship back, but till then, we aren't friends anymore. Bye Kez."
I froze. What just happened? I hadn't changed that much since dad died, had I? I mean, sure I am way quieter now, I never smile, but I'm still Keziah, right?
Before I could reply, Luke marched out of the room, slamming the door with extra force.
I lost my dad. That was hard, but I was finally excepting the fact and trying to get on with life. Now though? Now I lost my best friend too.
9 Years Later
That brings us back to where we started. I'm 19 years old, and I have no friends because nobody can handle the fact that I never smile. I haven't cried since my dads funeral, in fact I've completely hardened. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have friends and live the life any normal teenager lives. Parties, laughing attacks, movie nights, sleepovers, boyfriends, all that stuff. It looks like so much fun, but how should I know the definition of fun? I haven't experienced it in forever; since I was seven years old, to be exact.
Monday morning was the first day of school. Despite my stone heart, I still put a bit of an effort into the way I looked. People at my school were very judgmental, so I had to look a bit appropriate to pass their approval.
I got out of bed (ignoring the voice in my head that attempted to convince me to just sleep in and forget about school) and let the biggest yawn ever escape my lips. Quite unattractive, if I do say so myself.
Showering, picking out my white skinny jeans and a light purple tank top, I started straightening my hair. I had my iPod in my iPod dock playing 'It's time' by Imagine Dragons. I was in love with this song. When I was satisfied with my hair and make-up, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.
"Kez you're late." Nate said, shoving his mouth with more cheerios.
"Thanks tips." I replied, glancing at the clock and realizing that I was, indeed late. Grabbing an apple, I headed out the door and made my way to my grey car.
I didn't want to go to school, in fact I hated school. I had to see Luke (who turned extremely popular after breaking off our friendship) and it was awkward. I always caught him staring at me, with a sad look in his eyes, almost like he regretted it. I avoided eye contact with him as much as possible, though that was pretty hard. His eyes were mesmerizing and he only got more attractive as the years went on.
