Lost Flame

Lost Flame - Chapter One

Chapter One - Lillianne von Phoenix

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"Don't you dare! It's not funny, Lillianne!" April screamed from the top of her lungs trying to stop me from putting her Nutella in the jar of confiscation.

(It is where we put stuffs we sort of legally steal from each other. We just named it like that so it would sound all fancy and stuff but it's just really a normal jar.)

"Actually, Ap, it is funny. You're just even about to cry and that is the best part!" I said teasingly. And she's really about to cry! Oh gosh, this is really getting even funnier.

"Lillianne! You know how hard I work just to buy those!" She again screamed. She was already mewling and she's just so cute! I sure do love my bestfriend.

"Hmm.." I gently tapped the corner of my lips over and over with my index finger. "Yes, you do work hard to buy these. You save pretty much every week and I just wonder why you would just finish all of it in a day. And oh, this is the biggest in size, mind you." I ended up with a teasing smile. Her lips grew longer then formed into a pout.

"Because it's unbelievably delicious!" She shrieked. I let out a laugh. She started crying and whining like a baby and as much as I find her cute when she's crying, she actually sounds annoying at the same time, you know. She just looks cute, but she sounds annoying. Her whine has a pitch of like an A sharp sharp sharp sharp sharp! And you bet it's killing my ear drums.

"Okay, okay, calm down now. I won't put it there, kay? Just slow down in eating Nutella! Finishing the largest in size in a day is just like eating pure sugar! You should've just bought sugar instead of these. You can even save alot!" I tried to kid. (Yes, it didn't work.) I'm such a terrible comedian, oh heavens.

"Go to school!" She shouted and snatched the nutella from my right hand then ran to her room and slammed the door.

(But it seems like she forgot to get a spoon so she got out again and went straight to the kitchen, then back to her room, now holding a spoon.)

And speaking of school, I'm already thirty minutes late in my first class. But who cares about history classes. Oh please, I know better than that of studying history.

"Ap, have you seen my barbie sling bag?" I tried to converse with her while knocking at the closed door of her room.

"I don't talk to strangers!" She replied from the other side of the wall. Oh April.

"Come on, I'm already late. Stop acting like a kid. Joke time's over now, Ap." I said in a more serious manner. I still have to pass history no matter how much I hate it. And I certainly don't want to lose my dream of being a lawyer (and a princess) just because I failed history due to absences!

"You're the one who's acting like a kid!" She shouted over again with a rising pitch.

"Oh really. Who's the one who's locking her self within a room just because of nutella?" Five seconds, no answer.

"What do you mean just because of Nutella? Nutella is the reason why I live this horrible and hideous life! Nutella is the reason why you have a bestfriend named April Hogans! Be thankful! And well at least I'm not the one who's addicted to barbies and all pink stuff!" I gently slapped my face with my palm and shook my head in disbelief.

"Unbelievable!" I murmured to myself and just got my Aurora backpack instead. (Aurora's the lead cast in disney princesses sleeping beauty. She's occassionally wearing pink gowns and such.)

I'm actually 17 now. Even turning 18 tomorrow. But who cares if I like barbies and all pink stuff? I never rolled over a law or something that forbids 17 year old female teenagers to like barbies and pink. And besides, pink is for girls!

Ugh, since when did I get all sarcastic and everything?

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So, my journey continues in Saint Benilde's University without my dramatic bestfriend who's said to live this exceedingly ugly life because of nutella.

It really sounds dramatic (and weird), doesn't it?

"Goodmorning Lilliane!"

"Hey there Lily!"

"Hi Lilliane! Looking good!"

Hello's and hi's here and there. I just smiled at most of them, waved at some and ignored the rest.

I've always been popular in Saint Benilde's University. It's actually because of my waist-length, layered blonde hair with layered bangs, natural sparkly blue eyes, thin and soft lips, pinkish cheeks, perfect nose, nicely shaved eyebrows and long curved eye lashes. When you sum it all up, it means charm.

Yes, I'm popular because I'm pretty. But when I lose my charm, I'm nobody. People have a weird way of judging one person these days. Others try to make friends with me for fame and glory. Only few stay true. And from those few people, I met April Hogans. My bestfriend.

"Lilliane! Lilliane, wait!" I heard someone call. I looked at different directions but I didn't find anybody shouting my name so I continued walking.

"Lilliane von Phoenix! Hold on!" I stopped over again and tried to follow the direction of the voice. I looked back and there I saw a haggard-looking girl who looks like a model of sports shoes running to my direction.

"One.. second.." She said in between her gasps when she reached the spot infront of me. She held her knees and was gasping for oxygen.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Her skin was vigorously emitting water and she looked so exhausted.

"Yes, yes. Thank you for asking." She stood up. "Anyway, I'm Jasmine Lautner. You can call me Jazz. Well I've heard it's your birthday tomorrow so I just wanted to give you this." She handed me a red, small rectangular box, not that light though. Felt like a think book. Hmm, would have been better if it was pink. But oh well.

"Thank you for this, Jazz." I smiled.

"No problem! Oh, don't open it 'till tomorrow, okay?" My head, from staring at the box, automatically went up to look at her. My brows furrowed in confusion and I even almost said "huh?". Good thing I was able to keep my mouth shut.

"Okay, thanks again." I just said.

"Fantastic. Bye!" For the last time, we smiled at each other and waved as goodbye.

Why do I have to open this tomorrow when I can open it now?

Oh well. I just shrugged at the thought. People are weird. I should get used to that.