Two can't keep a secret.

secrets of passion

My name is Emelia Kidd, I live in sunny California with my best friend Brooke, we transferred here from England. We lost our family and had a bad reputations and wanted to start fresh. Today is the day, it was our first day at mission San Jose high school. I was petrified of being the new girl, is not at all fun like others make it out to be, I mean at my old school everyone was the hardest on new kid especially Brooke, she pushed me to my limits to the point I almost cracked and the new kids yeah you can tell everyone felt sorry for them but they don't step into help the poor kids. Me and Brooke weren’t always friends, actually we hated each other’s guts. You see we were in different social groups, she was what people would call the “pretty popular girls” but I would call them “the stuck up, plastic bitches,” on the other hand I was the complete opposite, we didn’t really have a specific name we were called plenty like; the weirdo’s and the outcasts, in fact we were the misfits of the social chain in that god forsaken school. But when the incident happened me and Brooke became the best of friends and we’ve been inseparable since. It’s been like 2 years since that incident. 2 months since the death of our parents, we moved to America about a week after the funeral. But that’s enough of that depressing crap, basically we got a makeover, took self-defence classes and now we are ready to face the big bad world.

“EMELIA!” Brooke screaming the apartment walls down , I suddenly woke, jumped out of bed and panicked, racing out my room to find her “What? !! What happened? What’s wrong?” I frantically said out of breath, phew wow I really need to work out I’m like so unfit! “Nothing, it’s our first day of school” Brooke said staring me up n down " You can’t go wearing your bra and pants, what sort of first impression would that be you hoe.” She said smirking and waving her mascara wand up and down my body. Forgetting I just woke up I looked down at myself noticing I was only wearing my bra and pants. “You’re a fucking bitch!” I shook my head whilst staring at the ground, I rose my head in doubt, "I was having an amazing dream and you woke me up screaming for me like you were getting fucking stabbed to death!” I shouted and screeched at her and stormed to the bathroom, panicking noticing the time muttering "God she is so annoying sometimes. Well actually all the time" I could hear her laughing and I felt like going in there and slapping her right round that smug face of hers but I decided against it knowing we have to leave in 15. Shit. I don’t even have an outfit to wear and I still need to have a shower, wash my hair, dry it, style it, do my makeup, get dressed and make sure I have everything, I’m screwed! “Hey Brooklyn!” I shouted out the bathroom door.

 “what bitch?” she casually said back while walked out her bedroom in an gorgeous white and blue lace dress that went mid-thigh with her blonde hair loosely curled and plaited to the side going to her hip, wearing simple makeup consisting of mascara, minimal eyeliner and pink lipstick that made her blue-green eyes pop “you know you love me?” I say in a polite voice “Can you pick me out a cute outfit please, nothing too slutty and revealing” I pause rolling my eyes “but something that will turn heads pretty please?” I bat my eyes, she says nothing but storms back to her room and shouts "you owe me big time! oh yeah don't forget to shave ya legs its sunny outside" and with that she slams her door. Wow I only asked for her to pick me an outfit, she has half my clothes anyway and she wouldn’t have to if she woke me earlier, but no she waited until 15 minutes before we leave, which she probably did on purpose. Urrgh i’m dreading what she’ll be like at school, great!