Life Is a Mess

Chapter 2

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oliviarose85

***

Fine. I don't have friends anymore. I bet Leighla and Caiyah will ditch me forever to hang out with the popular girls, led by Shaylee, the most annoying and irritating girl I've ever met. She has the horrendous habit of changing friends like she changes her underwear. What's worse, still, is that she has no remorse for her actions.

The last girl she ditched, Callia, was broken-hearted and almost fell depressed (okay, it might not be the right way to describe her mixture of gloom and hopelessness—no, it definitely isn't). Nonetheless, she recovered well enough to stay away from her and get herself a brand new life.

Anyway, besides having a brain she only uses to make up evil plans, Shaylee does have the looks. I don't. My hair is so messy and it seems it hasn't met the comb lately. I am quite ashamed of it.

Anyway, I'm very disheartened at what Leighla said. Not only did she show no tact whatsoever, she also called me a jerk only because I pointed out that she and Caiyah were rude altogether.

Oh, never mind. I guess it's time to get over them once for all. What the fuck is going on with me, though?

As my thoughts lead me to cry, Mom and Dad are back. Alone. For some strange reasons, Laycee hasn't come back home yet. I don't need her to dampen my mood even further with her stupid tantrums. She's eighteen, but sometimes she acts like a pouty three-year-old. Seriously, what did I do to deserve a half-sister like her?

My parents have been shopping, which means that I have to help them to bring everything inside. I try to be oblivious and not show my true feelings, but Mom can't just help noticing I'm down in the dumps—okay, that's an understatement. She asks, "What's going on with you, Lin?" I'm a bit irritated by her calling me Lin. I'm not very fond of it—it brings back painful memories I don't feel like recalling.

However, I prefer not to say a word ans let her go on talking. "Did you argue with your friends?"

"No, I didn't. Don't worry about me," I lie nonchalantly. She doesn't need to know the truth. Plus, she won't understand. She never does, anyway. Every time I tell her about my personal issues, she just puts the blame on me for or even goes as far as telling me I'm only imagining things and that I should stop it.

Honestly, I'd rather let her think that everything is okay than tell her the truth, only to be belittled and reprimanded for that.

I quickly mutter some lame excuses and run to my room before lying on my bed. I could stay hours like this, getting lost in my thoughts. I wonder if Art Class guy does this too: he seems like the type.

He looks like art; complicated and confusing but undeniably and irrefutably simple when you take time to learn about it.

***

As I thought I could stay in peace, however, my phone rings.

Shit. It's who I don't want to hear from at all.

Callia. The girl who has been ditched by Shaylee. I want so much to stay away from her, because having to deal with her may cause me trouble, especially with Leighla and Caiyah. If I want to still be their friend, I can't talk to that midge. (Yeah, my friends are a bit jealous and don't like that much the idea of me hanging around with other people unbeknownst to them. But, seriously, they need to grow up. I'm not their toy.)