Naturally, I'm the last one to arrive at the Looney's ice cream parlor. The others already sit in our spot laughing up a storm. I can't help but smile.
Anne and I were the first to be friends. We'd met in kindergarten, it felt like forever ago.
She was the most outgoing and talented girl I know. Her hair was cut to a short brown bob that usually stuck out all over the place. I don't think she cared about her hair much, she'd grown it out, curled it, straightened it, shaved it off, colored it, and I believe there was a mohawk and 80s style phase as well. The most I could bring myself to do is dye my hair pink.
One thing that was the complete opposite of her hair was her impeccable fashion sense. She seemed to have an outfit for every occasion. She favored dresses, said they made her feel free and nobody would ever know if she was going commando or not. Another fashion statement she styled was her three ear piercings and a hoop nose piercing. She claimed she had a tattoo but wouldn't show us where. We had no reason to not believe her but we still teased her mercilessly about it and where it could be on her body that she couldn't show it.
Another trait, aside from the hair and fashion sense, was she never wore makeup. Her face was covered in freckles as were her arms, legs, back, pretty much everywhere. If the old wise tale about every freckle or birthmark being a place you'd been killed in a past life is true, Anne was screwed. It'd make sense though, she was completely accident prone. 9 broken bones already in this life time. Even as I stood there she spilled some ice cream on Michael.
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