Almost Famous

What changes your life? For some people, it's forgetting to brush their teeth. Then they walk around all day, self conscious and worrying that people will rush away. For others, forgetting to make their bed annoys the heck out of them. They will have this nagging in their brain for hours on end, telling them to rush home and fix the little mess.

But I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about truly life changing experiences. Having cancer could be an example. That would most definitely change your life on levels that only another with the sickness could understand. I know I can't even comprehend the feeling. It's funny, actually, that no one thinks about how easily your life can be changed.

Take me, for example. One little event changed me in a way I haden't even imagined. My best friend, Lia, can be very persuasive. She is also a 'world freak,' as I call her. Her mission in life; to make the world a better place. She is constantly going to charity events, helping orphans, or holding pep rallies. That can be annoying, but I love her anyways.

On that fateful Friday night, I was curled up in my bed with my favorite book; The Hunger Games. I didn't plan on going anywhere, my idea of a good weekend is staying home. I had my light brown hair up in a messy bun and was wearing my favorite bright orange Sophie shorts. My bright pink tank top didn't really compliment my outfit, but, hey, I was staying in. Actually, I should probably of been rehearsing my lines for my school play, but this was much more entertaining.

I could feel my heart racing as Katniss kissed Peeta, a huge smile growing on my face. Even though I had read the book several times, I had the same reaction. It was so darn cute, though. How could I help it? Suddenly, my door shot open, the oak wood slamming back on my blue walls with a 'bang.'

"Jesus!" I screamed, jumping about a mile and successfully throwing my book across the room. It landed on my keyboard, bouncing off the keys before jumping onto my plush white carpet. With a hand over my heart, I stared at Lia in the door way of my room. My heart was still beating way too fast, I'm pretty sure I almost had a heart attack.

"Jessi, Jessi, Jessi!" Lia laughed, running over to my bed. She jumped and landed in mass of light blue comforter, her blond curls bouncing. Her body was covered in a loosely fitting black dress that reached about her mid thigh. Her red lip gloss covered lips were pulled back into a smile, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Lia," I said, giving her a flat look. What was she so hyped up about? Typical Lia, but there was no reason to scare the crap out of me. Her jade green eyes twinkled at me as she batted her mascara coated eyelashes.

"You forgot, didn't you," Her smile faltered for a second as she took in my sloppy appearance, "Because I know your not going to the charity event dressed like that."  I rose an eyebrow, trying to keep my flat expression on my face.

"The charity event?" I questioned, moving sluggishly over to where my book had flown to it's death. She sighed and pushed herself off of my sleeping place, hurrying over to me and grasping my shoulders.

"Yes, Jessi, charity event. The one you promised to go to with me?" I cocked my head, my mind racing. Why would I promise to go to one of those crazy events? I hated them with a burning passion. The last time I had gone I had spent a bucket load of money and gotten nothing. Zilch. Nada, "It's the one for the disabled children."

"Oh." I gasped, realization dawning upon me, "I didn't exactly promise, and you forced me to say I would. In my defence, using a picture as blackmail is cruel." Somehow she had gotten a hold of a picture of me wrapped in the arms of Zane Connors. Really, there was a totally different story behind it.

From the looks of it, he was hugging me from behind. The actual story was I had been choking on a chunk of pineapple and he had saved my life. One of the most embarrassing stories of my life, actually. It was in the cafeteria of my high school, talk about mortifying.

"Tomato, tamatta, sister." She chuckled, steering me towards my closet, "Hurry and get dressed, we're leaving in ten." And that's how I found myself in Lia's mothers car ten minutes later dressed in a completely uncomfortable pink sparkly top and black slacks. Lia had somehow forced me into a pair of black heals and had managed to make my mousy brown hair look presentable.

I completely resented her for forcing me into this. If only the gosh darn picture didn't exist. If she sent it, it would look bad on me and Zane. He was a nice guy, but I was definitely not interested. Looking back now, I'm glad I went. Little decisions like these are the most life changing. Even if, at the time, I was ready to kill Lia as I looked out the window, seeing the face I dreaded the most.