Through the Glass Door

Chapter Six: Best Friend I Used To Know

I falter for a moment... what did she mean if I didn't remember? What am I missing here? "I... well I... I just thought you'd help me, Michelle." I sneak a look at her face and instantly wish I hadn't. I literally cringe away from her withering glare. "Look, I'm sorry for whatever I did. .. which for some reason I can't remember. You're my best friend, so why won't you talk to me!" Trying to keep my calm is getting really hard now, why doesn't Michelle understand what I'm saying?! She used to always know what I was thiking, so why doesn't she now? She's looking at me like I have three heads.

"Gee I don't know, maybe cause you screamed that you never wanted to talk to me again three years ago? Let me think... that could be it." Michelle's tone is dripping in sarcasm and she starts walking away again.

"Michelle wait!" She ignores me and I let out a frustrated yell, I can't help it anymore, I'm screaming like I'm crazy. "WHAT IS GOING ON! I NEVER SAID THAT, SO WHY ARE YOU SAYING I DID? WHY AM I NO LONGER POPULAR? WHY ARE THERE TWO OF ME? WHY AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE A SCAR? WHO THE HECK IS WHITNEY! " Everyone around me, including Michelle, stops and turns, staring at my outburst.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but if you want to survive in this school, don't make a scene. Or did you forget that too?"

"Michelle, why are you doing this to me? I just told you my problem! So what's yours? Why are you being so mean to me! What have I ever done to you?" All the hot air rushes out of me, my best friend doesn't understand. What the heck? Why doesn't she understand! I bite my lip to keep myself from crying, why am I having such a bad day? I never have bad days!! I also never have this many questions in my mind.

"Everything! You took everything from me! Now what do you mean there's a flaw in your perfect little life?"

"My life isn't perfect!"

"Oh, yea. How could I forget? It's better than perfect. Or it was anyway. Now you won't even let me in. I tried, so hard. I just can't do it anymore. I tried being there when your mom died, but you wouldn't frickin' let me in! So why now?"

In one burst all the air leaves my lungs. "My mom died?"

Michelle eyes me up and down, then drags me to the closest bathroom. What is it with bathrooms today?

"So you really don't remember anything?" She raises an eyebrow at me. What? I'm not stupid!

"Well, yea. That's what I just said, isn't it?" I'm so tired of sitting on the cold tile floor. What is this, like the third time today? It seems like I've been doing this a lot lately.

"What year is it?" Wow, great. Now Michelle must think I've really lost it, if she has to ask me a question like that.

"What? Don't you know that? It's 2012, duh!" Michelle starts mumbling to herself and rubbing her temples. What the heck is she doing?

"Oh...no...oh no. oh no. wow..."

"Stop mumbling! You know how much I hate it!" For a second, she looks angry, but the moment passes.

"Ugh, Cambry! Listen to me! It is 2015."

"No it's not! We're freshmen. We just had gym. It's 2012."

"Are you even listening?"

"Duh!" I roll my eyes. Why is Michelle talking to me like I'm a kid! I'm in high school!

"Cambry, you aren't listening! Just like always." Walking away from me she throws her hands, leaving me fuming. What does she mean 'like always'? Why aren't I saying this out loud?

"Michelle! Wait! I'm sorry.... don't go." Hating apologizing, but hating isolation more, I make myself beg. It's something I've never had to do before, and don't plan on doing ever again.

She turns. "Fine, but be quiet!" I start saying something, but stop. Right. Be quiet. "Cambry, we are seniors. It's 2015. We aren't friends." Not saying anything at this point isn't even an option. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"Why not?!"

"This is going to take a long time, isn't it... Come over after school, okay? I don't know why you don't remember this, but once upon a time we were best friends. So I'll help." As she walks away from me, I can't help thinking one thing. Who is this Michelle?