Apart

School Talk

January 1st
Alice
It's five A.M. I'm talking to Emma. She got grounded for the day and wasn't allowed to Skype so we were dming on Instagram.
"So, what's up?" I asked.
"Stuff." She replied.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No." Was her immediate response. "So what's going on in your life?"
"Well." I thought to myself. "There is a dance for just freshmen at the beginning of next school year."
"Damn. Thinking ahead, I see."
"Yup." I laughed.
"So... If your thinking ahead, you going with anyone? 😏"
"Umm... I don't know yet." I said. "You meet any cute boys?"
"Your gross."
"I'm a typical girl, actually." I responded.
"Yeah, yeah. Well, anyways, there is this one kid." She told me.
"Keep talking."
"He has brown hair and these handsome blue eyes." Emma said.
"DANGGGG GURL. GEDIT." I giggled.
"This is why I don't tell you this... ❤️"
"Sorry. Butttttt... Really. What's his name?"
"I never got it. Just, at lunch a couple days ago, I spilled jelly on my shirt and his friends were making fun of me. He defended me."
"OOOooooooooOoOoooO."
"Oh god. So, how are all your million brothers doing?"
"Actually, I have four brothers. And Alex says he got a girlfriend..."
"How do you have a 'girlfriend' at the age of twelve. I wouldn't call her a girlfriend at least." Emma said.
"Yeah... That's what I said. Anyways, how long since we met now?"
"I dunno."
"Exactly three months today. How could you forget? We met on October first."
"A day after my birthday. ;) Am I required to remember this to be in a friendship? No wonder I have no friends."
I held back my laughter. "Stfu I can't be loud."
"Oh, yeah. I can be as loud as a want." There was a pause. "At least I used to be able to."
I sighed. Emma had told me about her family problems before. "Anything new?"
"Not... Really. Just screaming and shouting and... Never mind."
"Are you ok?"
"It's nothing new, just remembering something."
"Remembering what?" I worried frown crept across my face.
"Nothing, nothing." She responded quickly.
"I don't believe you."
"Don't worry, your not my mom or dad."
I stopped.
There was a pause.
"I gotta go." Was the last thing Emma had said. She didn't respond to any of my further dms.
I sighed and went over to my wardrobe, grabbing my school uniform. I tied just the front of my hair back and braided that small piece, then applied just a bit of foundation, then blush, then eyeliner.
My heart jumped with hope as my phone lit up. Nope. It was just a group chat my friends had put my into. I'm going to be honest, at my school in kind of a popular girl. On the first day of going to the current school I'm at, back in sixth grade, four girls had come over to me.
Their names were Belle, Donna, Liz, and Bree. Belle has shoulder length blonde hair, and was the typical squad leader. Donna has brown hair about the length of mine, and brown eyes. I'm going to be honest, we are cousins, but we don't act like we are. Liz also has brown hair, but blue eyes. Then, Bree is a red head, with bright orange hair and grayish eyes. She moved here from Ireland when she was seven.
They were nice to me. Eventually, as people begun hung at with specific people, like in squads, we grew popular. We made new friends, boys and girls.
The jerk who had told my crush I like him was booted out of our group and so was the boy, who was also popular, for being so rude to me. I was thankful for that. Almost everyone is nice to me.