"THREE DAYYYSSS!!! All I have is three days. What am I gonna do?!" I laugh as Blaire spins in circles and throws her fake fit. She's right though, only three days till school starts.
"As freshman we get to tour the high school tonight" I suggest weakly trying to not think about the homework school entitles me to.
"Duh, why do you think I'm here?" She says giving me one of her looks. Her hazel eyes seems to tell me to shut up and think.
"well, I dont know. You're here every other day." I say matter-o-factly. I give her my own "duh" look.
"You're mean" she responds.
"Nope"
"Yup"
"Wanna bet?"
"Nope" then she chucks my pillow at my head.
"Who's the jerk now?" Then I slam my other pillow into her shoulder. Next thing I know she standing and I'm covering my face.
"I'm not gonna hit you" she blows her blonde hair out of her eyes "I just realized something!"
"Hmm...?" I purr in responds.
"This is our first day seeing our other classmates!" She says throwing her hands in the air and spinning again.
"And?" I ask confused.
"What am I gonna do with you?!" She barks in frustration. "We need to looks nice! Make over time!!" She explains getting noticeably more excited with each word. She grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom.
-----------------that night------------------
I nervously pull on my dark, floral dress as my converse finds the floor of the high school. My wavy, red hair is straightened and falls just below the middle of my back.
"It's huge..." Blaire whispers next it me. She chews on her lip- as she always does when nervous- before realizing what she's done and balling her hands in self anger. "Let's stop in the bathroom, I need to fix my lip gloss" We find and walk into a dimly lit bathroom. Blaire quickly finds her way to the mirror and opens her bag. I stare at my reflection; nose a little too small, ears a little too big- mom says I haven't grown into my own skin yet- I adjust the dark green vest I wear over the dress.
"Alright, so, English class first?" She asks still obviously nervous.
"Sure" I say going with the flow so as not to add anymore stress on either of us. Then we walk down the locker filled hall way.
The classroom is good sized with a smart board at the front. The teacher is talking to a boy with dark brown hair. "I'll be right with you" he chants as he sees us. Then the boy turns around too; I'm meet with a pair of familiar blue eyes and a sheepish grin.
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