Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"Just because we're not alone You echo words you've heard You let me go just to watch me discern Just because it feels the same 'Til the morning comes"
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I got an A on my art project. It was returned back to me with a sticky note saying, "So realistic! I could feel and see your message. Very nice!" It was a nice way to start a new week.
I was walking the hallways, minding my own business while observing other students. A gentle hand on my back made me stop in my tracks and turn around. Sabrina. She smiles but it doesn't meet her eyes.
"Lydia, hey!"
"Hi Sabrina," I answer. My hand immediately goes to my arm to make sure my sleeve is rolled down just enough. Sabrina's blue eyes follow the action. She doesn't say anything, but I can tell she was curious.
"Is there something up?" I ask.
"Well, no. I just miss you that's all. I'm the only girl in the group and having you around," she pauses and pushes a golden lock behind her ear. "I don't know, I guess it's just nice having another female. The testosterone between those males is so overwhelming sometimes. I just want to apologize if I—"
I throw my arms around her neck and squeeze her into a hug. She seems surprised, but her arms envelope my torso. She's missed me. I have a friend . . . that actually missed me.
"Hey!" She starts while pulling back. "Maybe we could go shopping? I've only ever gone with the guys and half the time they are complaining or trying to pick up other girls with their 'lady killer gifts.'" I giggle when she uses her fingers to quote the guys.
"What'd you say?"
A sincere smile reaches my lips and I grab her shoulders. "I'd love to!"
She squeals. Like one of those squeals girls do when they're finally asked out by the guy they've fancied for a whole year or when they find out a sale is at your favorite store.
"Yay! I'll pick you up after school. Text me your address." She gives me one last hug before she pulls away and runs down the hallway. Her gold locks flow with every step she takes.
