That Summer

Can i do this?

I miss her. Not gonna lie, I really miss her. But I feel horrible for putting a wedge between us. The wedge being last summer. Rachel was my best friend and we were literally sisters. Twins. She had wavy long brown hair like me and had the plumpest pink pout. We went on holidays together, and completed half our bucket list we planned in year 8.

That's it. I've got to talk to her. But how? What am I going to say.

I walked out the door and calmly strolled down the pathway. The sun was beaming down on me and as I drew closer to the start of Rachel's street my heart started pounding. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I paused. I sat on the edge of a brick wall filled with flowers overhanging. I scrunched my legs up to head and grabbed my face with my hands, and took a deep breath.

'Come on. Get up, now.'

I jumped up and brushed the back of my legs. Maybe I jumped up to quickly. My head went light and fuzzy. I had pins and needles in my head.

I stood still and waited patiently for it to stop. I was in no rush, I was stalling myself.

I walked up to the end of her pathway, I scanned the house with my eyes looking if anyone could see me. I looked at Rachel's bedroom window, I smiled as I could faintly see her 'memory wall' which was covered in photos of friends and family. There was pictures of me and her together, one of my favourites was at my 13th birthday party. We were all glommed up with what we thought was Victoria secret runway makeup but in actual fact we looked like sad ugly clowns. It was hers too, we would laugh about it every time we were in her room.

I smiled faintly, I shook my arms and walked up to her front porch and rang the doorbell. What if her parents answer and don't want me in. What if they don't like me anymore and hate what I did to Rachel? Oh god, I can't this is too tense. It's too late now I've rang the doorbell.

I heard footsteps...