Birds Eyes

Chapter 2

           It's a small town that's over populated for its size. Though i don't really mind. Since it's small i'm familiar with just about everyone. I have an idea of who they are, what they do and most importantly how they can assist me. They're dull and dumb, really no help to me. Oh well not much I can do about the pain that is average people. They are humorous though. The way they scramble with their first world problems like its the end of the world. Going on about politics and religion as though they need to constantly discuss the issue of the world like stuck up news rankers. I certainly don't hate ordinary people at all. I'm actually quite fond of one in particular. Shes my best friend always has been. She's ditzy but beautiful all in her own way. I admire everything about her. Her brown silk like hair to her petite body and pink little nose. But what gets me the most are her golden eyes with a dash of blue and green. It's such a rarity to me. A person so stupidly lovely. But lately she seems.. different it's almost off putting. Her eyes don't seem so lively almost as if her whole spirit was stripped from her body. She smiles less, and when she does smile i don't believe it's authentic almost like looking at a statue or mannequin. Yet whenever i ask if anything is wrong or upsetting her she gives me that same wry unfitting smile and says she's fine. Shes lying. I know she's lying. There is something going on, but what is it why won't she tell me it makes no sense. Nothing does.

"Hey Molly" Wow speak of the devil.

"Oh hey Shay, what's up?" casual conversation. Simple

"Im good, lil tired though after staying up late doing research" Research on what?! So many questions are still swirling through my head after all that unneeded thinking about her.

"Research for what? Do we have a project or something?"

"What oh this is a project i'm doing for extra credit" she hesitated. And our teacher doesn't give extra credit. Shes lying I knew it.

"Oh thats cool are you failing a class?" remember casual. Go with her lie. Jeez you'd think she'd know me by now and how nothing can fool me. Before we could finish our conversation we were interrupted by people approaching her.

"Hey mate are you still coming to the party?" party, what party?? Why is she saying mate she's not even british or anything. We live in Washington. Irritated.

Shay gave a quick glance at me then back to the girl.

"Oh yeah definitely!" fake smile. Who is she trying to impress. AND WHAT PARTY.

"Great! It starts at 10 and don't forget the alcoholllll!~" Alcohol?! Were under aged plus She's never touched it her life! What is happening?? What kind of exchange is this, Shay never told me of a party? .....Dang i sound like a total mom right now.

Shay quickly turned back to me after giving a wave goodbye to the other girls. I was glaring. Partly uncontrollably..

"Soo.. a party.. That's the first i've heard of a party" To be honest i actually feel a bit hurt. First she wont tell me what's wrong now she's keeping secrets from me?? Yep still sounding like an old hag of a mother.

"Listen molly don't take it the wrong way or anything this is just a one time thing." That's the same thing that homeless dude Marilyn the Heroin addic said when she did it for the first time.

"Hey don't worry about, have fun at the party i know how much you like to dance" No feel guilty i want you to feel guilty. I'm young and pety. Please don't go.

"Thank you molly, here give me a hug bestie" No i don't want to hug you. You trader. I reached in for the hug anyways even while swallowing the pain of betrayal i felt. It was friday. Fridays are baking nights while we watch cutthroat kitchen while laughing at the guest cheifs emotional pain.

"I'm going to go catch up with the other girls see you later mol" Worry cuts through me like a blade. I know i feel hurt about her ditching me like that. Especially to hang out with some priss like her. I can read her like a well written teen magazine. She dyed her hair blonde for a californian beach look. She wears all the newest trends to stand out and above the rest. Plus shes a total wacked priss princess of prissiness. Not to mention her father is one of the more wealthy men in our small little town of Pumpkin Pine. Ridiculous name how could anyone ever take us seriously. Anyways she really is a nuisance and has been for quite some time. Her most likely tiny purse dog has a higher IQ than her and her group of friends placed together.

I can't believe i missed out on hearing about a whole party. I suppose my observations haven't really been focused on such trivial matters as highschool parties. I'm still worried about Shay she's becoming distant and odd. Maybe it's just my imagination or she really is just getting sick of me. How stupid.