Thank you so much for reading! This a true short version story of my life and my relationship. Names have been changed to prevent hurting anyone's feelings! Hope you enjoy!
Ch. 1
I looked at myself in the mirror. Blonde hair straightened like a board, eye liner under my blue eyes, low cut shirt revealing my chest. None of it was me, none of it. I knew it but i could never say it out loud. I masked my true self, for if I was to make myself vulnerable, I would only be hurt again.
My phone rang. I broke from my trans.
"Hello?" I spoke. I snapped back into reality.
"Are you ready?" She asked. "She" was Anne, my best friend since 6th grade.
"Yeah, they are leaving the house in about 30 minutes, ill be able to sneak out then." I told her. She went on to tell me she would have her sister drive her over to pick me up, and from there we would go to her house...to smoke.
I hung up the phone. This was normal lately. Sneak out, smoke with people I don't know, get into trouble, drink, party, all while acting like I enjoyed it. And to top it all off, I was only in 7th grade. I sat on my bed, thinking back to the day I met Anne.
It was the first day of 6th grade. When you enter 6th grade, you leave your familiar elementary school and step into a new, big middle school named JF Drake Middle School. There are so many children entering 6thgrade, that we are split up into "teams."
I was awarded to the leopard team. The new leopards gathered in the hallway to be assigned a home room. I sat by myself, scoping out my class members. I recognized no one, however one girl caught my eye. She was tall, very tall, with brown hair and green eyes. She had a huge smile that lit up the room and a look in her eyes that showed passion for happiness.
"Anne, you are assigned to Mr. Clark's class."
So her name was Anne, I assumed because she bounced over to Mr. Clark's line following that statement.
"Brittany, you're assigned to Mr. Clark's class." And I stood up, slowly walked over to the line, and stood behind Anne.
"Hi!" She offered. I smiled.
"My name is Anne, what's yours?"
"Brittany, Peacock."
"Oh, like the bird? That's cool!"
And there began our friendship. She brought me out of my shell, showed me how to be outgoing and find excitement in everything. We became "the best friends" of the leopards. With Anne came Brittany, and with Brittany came Anne. We added a few members to our group and we were unstoppable, doing the most adventurist things on the weekends and the most exciting things during school hours. The more I got to know Anne, however, the more I realized she wasn't your average 12 year old. She knew about boys, alcohol, and teenage parties. I was unfamiliar to these things, but interested. She spoke of boys like they were the best thing to ever happen to the human race, she spoke of alcohol like it was an adventure and she told stories about teenage parties like she threw them herself.
"Brittany, were leaving the house, don't go anywhere." My grandmother told me.
"Okay." I falsely agreed. And they left
I called Anne, and told her they were gone. Before 5 minutes passed, her sister's car was in the driveway. Anne, her sister, Susan and Susan's stoner boyfriend were waiting on me. I jumped in the car, and off to Anne's house we went.
We arrived at her house and went straight to her room. We offered the teenage couple a joint, they agreed, took it, and went into Susan's room. Anne and I lit up. We smoked, laughed, smoked, laughed some more. I knew it wasn't right, but I wouldn't admit it.
