My Oh so Iridescent Life

Chapter 1

Ugh.. How I hate school. The ever so pleasant bell chimes that wake me up every morning at 7:00, the awkward walk to the bus stop, the awkward walk into the bus not knowing anyone but a single person, the walk from the bus stop to the school, the walk through the army of anxious, loud and rebellious teenagers just to get to your own locker, the awkward moment that your locker is right next to the boys toilets and wait what I completely forgot what I was talking about. Anyways you get the point, high school is just so depressing and will probably be the death of me. If it wasn't for my quirky best friend Claire I don't know how I would survive this place, she was literally my anchor.

Claire kept me upright and going. She was everything I wasn't, popular, a natural beauty, funny, energetic and preppy, but I was alright with that because she balanced me out and didn't judge me for being totally different to her. She was the first person to notice me when I first came to Winter High. Everyone already had their own cliques and being an introvert like me it wasn't likely that I would make friends soon, but Claire saw me all alone and she was nice enough to invite me to have lunch with her friends and over time I guess we just became friends and just clicked. I never left her side and she never left mine, guess you could say we were two peas in a pod. Claire and I shared almost every class together except for English and Chemistry, whilst she took English Literature and Chem, I just took English and Publishing, like I said she's the smart one here. Which means that was the only time ever throughout the day, that we were separate from each other.

I loved the friendship I had with Claire, she never once bragged about herself to me, she is so selfless and caring, she always helps me when she can and she isn't one of those girls who takes advantage of the fact that she is practically perfect. Although she is popular I'm usually labeled Jane A.K.A 'Miss Invisible', and her being my best friend in no way helps raise my reputation. Which kind of sucks for me I guess, but I don't mind. I don't know how she can handle all the attention, just the thought of it makes me nervous.

Claire is the person every girl wishes to be and every boy wants to date. What more can I say? So everyday after school Claire and I usually go to each other's houses because apparently school isn't enough time for us and today she came to my house. Great. Just what I needed, I love her and all but I prefer going to her house. Every time she comes to my house it is just a reminder that she is also the daughter my parents wished they had instead of me, and I know it isn't her fault but what am I suppose to say to her? 

Can you hear that? Yeah that's the never ending compliments my parents are giving Claire about her most recent achievement displayed on the school newspaper.

Mum: Claire, you are so amazing this is the third literature award you have gotten this year and we are only 2 months in!

Claire: Thank you Mrs Ackle, it was definitely tough to these awards.

Dad: Oh my this is your third award? You have three times more awards then Jane since the beginning of high school.

Claire: Oh really? Jane tries very hard during class and you can tell she puts a lot of effort into her work, maybe the teacher is just saving up the award for her later.

Mum: Don't be so kind Claire, Jane just isn't working as hard as you.

Dad: She doesn't have natural talent like you.

See I told you, my parents freaking adore her!

"Claire! Are you coming or not?"

Claire: Sorry Jane, I'm coming.

Claire and I exit my house and enter into my backyard. Every afternoon we usually spend it in my treehouse and today was no different.

Claire: I am so sorry Jane, I hope you don't get offended that your parents praise me so much.

"No no of course it's fine" I say to her even though it actually is no where near fine.

Claire begins to talk about school and I kind of just zone out and look out of the window of the tree house and just enjoy the scenery of the neighbourhood around me and the feeling of the warmth of the sun on my face. Then she pokes me and asks me if I am listening, which I respond to her I totally am and now her face as well as her tone of voice has changed which means she is going to start talking about a serious topic which is also known as Jake her ex boyfriend the only boy she has ever gone out with, heck the only boy she has ever showed any interest in. Now I am interested and listen to what she is saying cause whenever she talks about Jake it is usually important and could totally alter her mood for the rest of the day. 

Claire: Omg did you see Jake today in maths? He was totally staring at me every 5 seconds and to be honest with you it is very frustrating! Like come on, you can't work properly when you just know that you have these eyes glued on you.

"Yeah totally" I say, not like I know cause I've never known a single boy to show any interest in me. 

Claire: Anyways I kept sending him death stares hoping he would get the point and whilst I keep looking at him I noticed his friend that is always sitting to the left of him. Oh my what is his name?

She spends a few moments trying to remember his name and then she says

Claire: Oh right. Alex! That's his name. Anyways so I didn't really ever think about him before but now that I saw him I keep remembering that when I was dating Jake he kept inviting me over to hang out with him and Alex and I always said no, cause I totally felt like I was third wheeling.

"So.. what is the point you are trying to make here?"

Claire: Right.. uhm... Oh yeah! I was waiting for our maths teacher to help me solve this question in the textbook and Alex's exercise book was open on the teacher's desk and there was a piece of paper sticking out. Being the curious cat I am, I took the piece of paper and read it and I can I tell you it was the most beautiful thing I ever read. 

"What did it say?" I ask her cause now I am curious, why would she just talk about this out of the blue.

Claire: I don't remember all of it, but it looked like a song about a girl. He was describing her and she sounded like an angel. I wish Jake learnt how to write songs like that from him and then sang them to me, that would be the sweetest thing ever! 

"Yeah I guess that would be pretty cute" I tell her, but then I remember billions of other guys have serenaded her and don't they count?

Claire: Well it is getting late, I should probably go home.

And with that she leaves my house and I have to get ready for bed to take up to another dreadful day of school.