This is me

4. Celeste

It's me again.
Obviously.

Yesterday I had my last exam before summer vacation, but I don't really feel a difference. I don't feel relieved that I have no more assignments or presentations. Honestly, i feel just like before minus actually doing homework. It doesn't feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

Today I'll be talking about Celeste. She has played/plays a big part in my life as of now. Because she is, like most people would put it, my best friend. Though it hasn't always been like that. At all.

I first started to talk to her in like 4th grade. We became good friends because of one thing we had in common. Harry Potter.

We both loved Harry Potter and that became a bonding point. We started hanging out almost everyday at her house pretending we were going to hogwarts. Those were the days.

I felt like I could be myself with her.

Anyway, time went by and we stopped imagining being a wizard. This was in 5th grade.

Esme hated Celeste's guts. To this day I'm still not sure why, but I have an idea.

Celeste is kind of bitchy. She was a bigger bitch then than she is now though. You couldn't touch her pencils or her drinking bottle, she would literally throw a tantrum. So yeah, she was quite annoying.

Either way, I were of course on Esme's side when it came to hating on Celeste. I'm not going to lie, but I thought she was pretty dramatic too. Then one day she and her two other companies, Dina and Jasmin, (they were best friends at that time) wrote something on the blackboard in our class in a different language. Me and Celeste thought it was a bit odd, but quickly found out what it was.

A secret language.

I love secrets. I think they are thrilling especially if it's other people's secrets, and especially if they don't know that I know.

Call me fake, a bitch, a nasty person, I really don't care, but I have a hard time keeping my nose out of other people's business. It feels weird to type, but it's true.

An example of this was when Celeste, in the same period where we played Harry Potter, hosted a birthday party. At one point everyone was downstairs, and I said I had to go to the toilet, so I went upstairs.

Now, I don't remember if I actually had to use the bathroom or not, but nevertheless I stopped at her room and went in. Accidentally I found her diary.

I'm pretty sure it was somewhat out in the open, because I don't remember going through her stuff at this point. That would also be quite odd. 

Now you're probably thinking I stopped there, and that just proves that you don't know me.

I was filled with this feeling of curiosity and adrenaline and for some reason, I knew exactly where the key was to the book.

I literally looked one place, in a little box under a pair of sunglasses. And there the key was.

I still can't believe I found the keys. And so easily. It was like it was meant to be.

Though I wouldn't say it surprised me that much since I read some people really well. (Yes I am aware that makes me sound "edgy"). That is also why I love secrets and mysterious people. They aren't easy to find out. They are exciting.