Lights flash in my mind, sirens blare in my ears, I can hear the cries of plea in the distance. I wake up from the ringing of my phone.
"It's fricken midnight, who the hell is calling me?"
I rise up from my bed and scramble for my phone.
"Hello," I say in a groggy voice.
The person on the other line responds, "Hi Layla."
"Clara?" I ask.
Our parents used to do scrapbooking together. Clara and I were five years old when she and her mom came over my house to work on a scrapbook with my mom. We've been best friends ever sense then. I tell her everything and I wouldn't know what I would do without her.
Clara is eighteen, she is really loud and fun to be around. She is average height, has long, dark black hair and hazel eyes. Her skin is very pale, I always tell her that she needs to tan, but she never listens to me.
"Why are you calling me at twelve in the morning?"
"Look, I'm sorry about that, but I thought sense we are both leaving for college in a couple of days that we should get together and just hang out or something."
Clara is going to a newer college in Central Florida called UCF while I'm going to a cosmetology school that's near my house. Honestly, I don't know anything about makeup, and all that kind of stuff, that's why I'm going to a cosmetology school. I would really like to learn about beauty, because my dream is to own my own hair and nail salon.
Anyways, Clara will be about three hours away from me, so we won't get to see each other as often as we would like to.
"Yeah, I'd love that," I said.
"Great! I'll call you tomorrow, now get some sleep!"
she hung up, so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
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Shattered
Fanfiction"And the sad thing was, I actually thought you were different."
