4 Miles to Paradise

Chapter 5: Somebody tell Elton John...The Real Bitch is Back!

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Chapter 5: Somebody tell Elton John...The Real Bitch is Back!

Rose feels harshly yanked back into the reality she calls life, feeling like a bully has pulled on and twisted her hair. Her friends merely let out annoyed, heavy grunts.

She's been doing that a lot, lately, leaving reality, not making strange similes. She knew the comparison was shit, but in her defense, it's the goddamn best her brain can perform right now.

Rose looks over to see her friends, all staring down at their cell phones. Long forgotten is the television. She hears the volume decreasing, but no-one is touching the remote, nor has there been any indication on the screen that this has happened. Now, I definitely know I'm losing my goddamn mind, she thinks, wiping her hands over her drowsy eyes.

"What is it?" Rose asks them, expecting the worst.

This is her current mantra. Expect the worst. Then, if something good miraculously occurs (because let's face it, that doesn't happen often) it will feel a hell of a lot better. Obviously, this is not one of those good times.

"Notification from Skye's twitter."

September brings a hand up to ruffle her blond hair, with pink tips, before placing a snapback, littered with drawings of diamonds, back on top of her head, backwards like it was before.

Skye Mari Ryder. Her name rolls right off the tongue, perfectly, don't you agree? People say her parents couldn't decide on her name, whether they use her grandma Skye or grandma Marie's name, so they finally choose to use them both and give her two names, Skye Mari.

Do you recall the condensed account of how Rose stole Luke away from another girl?

That just so happens to be Skye. This is somewhat her logical explanation of abhorrence towards Rose and vice verse, but it's a lot deeper than that. The intimate details can be saved for another day.

"Since when do you follow the Smurf on twitter?" Rose asks aloud, a soft chuckle follows her words. A snort even emerges, and she is quick to cover her nose, in embarrassment from the geeky sound of it.

Minnette purely laughs at this, finding humor in Rose's awkwardness, per usual, but September's face remains humorless, without even the slightest upward curve of her black stained lips.

"I just like to know when she says shit about me. We get in twitter fights all the time. This time, it's worse than that," September starts telling me.

"Worse? Oh, come on. How could it get any worse? She's in Athens or something. And, she's not even staying in state for college next year." Rose's brows furrow in grave puzzlement. This day is already going poorly, but anything and everything involving Skye Ryder means even more trouble.

She's the girl who has this unique beauty, pretty enough to be a model, just has a unique look to the social norm. Skye holds a pretty punk look; a head of dyed blue hair, short skinny legs and long twiggly arms, a full waist, rectangular face, with a solid jaw, fat lips meant for a pretty black girl, slightly crooked pearly white teeth, full pointed eyebrows, and hazel brown eyes. She often dresses in ripped clothing of grays blacks and occasionally colors like blue red etc. Skye sports four tattoos, but will likely collect more in her lifetime. Currently, the tattoo assortment includes a black outlined snowflake she drew on her left hip, a piano staff with quarter and sixteenth notes making a random melody along her right middle finger. With her hands flat on a table, the notes run up it horizontally. Furthermore, inked on her lower back are row of dark and light blue crayons lined rightward and upside down together, and two small angelic wings are outlined on her higher back, near a birthmark on her left shoulder. She's an interesting girl. How to fit in a box, not that that's a bad thing, but she's kinda a bitch. Always been mean to September, Minnette, and Rose, not so much Winter, who's hated by literally no one. Winter's too nice to be loathed.