To Acquire Fame

To Acquire The 'Bullet Proof' Attribute

Jeniss was crying. She held her hands up to her face as sobs of misery left her mouth. They echoed through softly the vacant room we resided in together, though her cries were anything but that.

"You know, if it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure he can't father children anymore."

She ignored my comment.

What had her so bummed out was the fact that some one had cut off her long, perfect hair during class. She hadn't noticed until, well, she was walking out and her head just felt lighter.As it turns out, it had been the guy she liked for ages and his friends pulling a silly prank that had gone a little too far on her.

Her hair that was once so envied by everyone, was just a tiny uneven bob cut now.

"I just don't get why they'd do that, you know? It's like, just when he.." She burst out crying again as I patted her shoulder in a somewhat comforting manner. "It's just not fair!"

This situation might have been something small to anyone else, but Jen here had been growing out her hair to be the way it is since we were elementary school. When she had gone for hair cuts, it was strictly a trim to make sure it was ONLY split ends that were cut off. After all that effort, all that care, everything just disappeared into thin air by the hands of someone she'd cared about.

To anyone else it really wouldn't matter.To her it was almost like a piece of her soul was ripped out.

Honestly, I didn't know what to do.

On one hand what she was crying over was something generally pointless. On the other hand it really wasn't generally pointless- at least to her.

Now I'm not heartless or anything-well not totally. Sure, I'm rude to everyone because hey, they're stupid, but my best friend though for the time being did hold importance to me. But this situation was plain annoying, considering the fact I couldn't tolerate things like this very well.

This little predicament was damn well, aggravating me.

"Can you shut up already? You're pissing me off. It's not even that big of a deal." I just may have spoken a little too soon, I realized, when I saw the look she wore on her face.

She had stopped crying and looked at me with those eyes. Those hazel eyes that were usually so cheery were just filled with disdain and hurt at my comment.

"How can you say that?" She croaked out.

Those eyes independently could make someone buy the world for someone else, no matter what it took to achieve that.

My own eyes narrowed at her. I think I looked far more enraged, no matter how impossible that may have seemed, but on the inside I honestly just wanted to take back everything I'd said to my best friend in the heat of the moment and my thoughts, and go get some ice cream with her.

I honestly was about to apologize.

But I decided not to when she spoke again.

"Lisa?"

I stayed mute.

"Just screw you." Her voice cracked a bit, on the verge of tears at the end of that statement. She walked away, with every step seeming like a little stab.

"Well whatever." I mumbled almost inaudibly.

When she was far away enough, I threw my hands up in the air. "I DON'T CAAAAAARRE! I JUSSST DON'T CAAARE!"

'Keep telling yourself that' a voice in my head said.

I grumbled to myself at that.

It was after school at the moment. I was almost sure no one was here anymore, so I was glad no one could hear me for the very least.

Me and Jen hadn't been in the library during our little fight, as to the fact the librarian had kicked us out, stating we were now banned from it for some odd reason.

I grabbed my bag from a chair and jumped off the desk I'd been sitting on. We'd picked a classroom that anyone rarely anyone went it anymore as our new hang out spot thanks to that woman.

Oddly enough, I wanted to run home with out looking back at anything in my way right now.

No matter how many times I attempted to tell myself this situation didn't matter, it wasn't working out well. No matter how many times I told myself didn't care, it came down to one fact;

I did.

So I decided I would run home clumsily, selfishly. Whether it had been because I was emotionally overwhelmed, or just because I was a coward and wanted to get away from everything, or maybe even it was a mix of both, it didn't matter anymore.

All I knew is one second I was still and the next I was running despite the fact I was wearing four inch heels. They clacked noisily against the marble floor, steadily at first, then with an urgent pace; I didn't care. I wanted to just run far, far away from all these things, all these troubles.

If I died trying to get home like this, at least my name would be in the paper.

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