Once Upon an Us

Chapter 2.

I looked at the petite and lean girl. She looked really fit, and she was extremely pretty. She was wearing a Juicy Couture gray, button-up, tank-top, light blue skinny jeans, and coral pink wedges to finish the look. She looked like Carissa a lot, but without glasses and chubbiness. But this girl definitely had the sense of style, unlike Carissa. Her eyes glowed, like a mix of deep green and crystal blue. And her hair was gorgeous. It was a dirty blonde, and long!

       “Umm hi, who are you? Sorry, I thought you were Carissa? Well my brother is in the other room if you need him. Ugh, w-well, s-sorry there,” I said again.

 Well that was embarrassing, and who was this girl? I haven’t seen her hang out with my brother, and I definitely would’ve remembered if she was my friend, because I’ve only got one, sadly.

      “Silly, you don’t remember me? Wow what friend you are…” she smiled. “Remember our secret code, wubbyChubby? Now does that ring in your head somewhere?”

I sternly looked at her for five seconds, and then I screamed at the top of my lungs, “OMG!!!!!!!!! CARISSA SKYE MILLER, AHHHHHH!!!”

I could not believe it, it was Carissa, my Carissa. She looked like a Victoria’s Secret teenage model. I thought of this again while the thought of the girl in front of me being Carissa Miller, my best friend, gradually sat in my mind.

      “What the hell happened to you?” Wait are you really Carissa? What did you do to my best friend? Did you put her in the dungeon in a castle somewhere in Paris? BTW, are you from Paris, because you have a very good American accent for a French girl? But please can you tell me where-“, she abruptly stopped me. “Omg calm down Jessica, still immature as ever… it’s really me, I got offended for a second,” she laughed.

I started smiling. Yup she might’ve changed her look completely, but she was still the comical Carissa all along. She jumped onto my bed and laid down inhaling the scent of my room. She literally lived here, every Friday we had sleepovers, switching between my house and her house. She even had the key to our house and came whenever. But my parents didn’t care because we were that close.

      “So when did you decide to change into someone else so suddenly…” I joked.

She smirked, “I mean there were cute guys in Paris, “obvss,” so I decided I don’t want to be “that girl “anymore.” She said “that girl” like she had accidentally stepped on someone’s chewed gum. “Jessica, I don’t know what to tell you, it was kind of like a motivation,” she laughed. “I wanted to change before I went to Paris; I didn’t want to look fat anymore, Jess. Like, seriously I’ve been the wallflower of Lexington Junior High for three years. Now it’s a new beginning, we’re in high school now, I want to be different, and stand out more, not the girl who gets named, “ClumsyCarissa. Oh and BTDUB, I got a guy’s number there, his name was Adrian, he was so dang cute. I took a picture with him by the Eiffel Tower. Don’t worry I’ll show the pictures later, promise!!

I smiled sheepishly when she said “ClumsyCarissa,” but I hid it before she could see what I was doing. I stared at her again.

      “Ohh, Carissa getting the French men…” I joked. She punched me on the arm playfully, and blushed.

Wow before, the old Carissa used to wear sweaters and sweatpants, she only wore colors on some days, but that’s it. And guys didn’t even look at her. And, I’ve never seen here wear anything designer. But then I frowned when I saw the Juicy Couture tank. You might think how I know all these clothing brands just by looking at them. Well I want to be a fashion designer when I grow up, so I got to know them, duh. (Yayy for me!!)