The Girl

Cafe

A week later The Girl and Charlotte were together again.  This time at the local cafe.  They came here often, it was quiet, and the tables were spread out, the had a lot of room and a comfortable meal.  They were sat at a table central to the cafe, but against the wall.  They didn't come here enough to have their own table but they were always against the wall.

The waitress came over to them and stood smiling.  Only just taller than the girls sitting down, her feet jumping out of her little pumps and her buttons threatening to burst.  But she seemed nice, her overly made up face smiling at them from over her little notepad.
"What would you like girls?"  Her short black hair moved as she spoke.  She directed her question to the person closest to her, The Girl.

"Whatever Charlotte's having"  She said looking at her friend for support.
"Cheese toasty please."  Charlotte said, she looked at he Girl with a raised eyebrow to question her, she only got a shrug in return.  "Two of them"  She added.  
"And can I take a name please."  The waitress didn't stop smiling at them.  
"Charlotte" She said, she looked over at The Girl, who stared back at her plainly.  "Just Charlotte."

They ate their lunch, all the while not talking, they sometimes engaged in a small conversation about school, or homework.  But they never talked about what they felt, what normal teenagers talk about.  But The Girl wasn't a normal teenager.

They didn't go to the park, or back to The Girl's house after the cafe, like they usually did.  Instead Charlotte called her mother to pick her up.  She was feeling unwell, and her red nose and pale complexion indicated a cold.  She was a little wobbly, like she was faint as she got into the car but it didn't worry The Girl.  She just simply said goodbye and walked home.  Returning to her homework and watching whatever was on the TV, she never chose herself.

The next morning the phone rang, her mother rushed down the stairs to answer it.  It must be important for them to call at, she looked at the clock in the kitchen as she passes, 4:00.  The loud phone awoke The Girl as well, who calmly walked down the stairs and stared blankly at her mother.  The Girl's mother's face scrunched up as she held the phone to her ear.
"We'll be there as soon as we can."  Then she put the phone down.  A tear falling down the side of her cheek as her eyes became redder.  The Girl just continued to stare.  Emotionless.

Almost done with this book, should be done by the end of this weekend.  Thanks for reading, love ya :):)

~Julia~