The End of This

Chapter One

December's POV

If you knew the future, would you rewrite your life from the start? Would you just stay as you are and just warn other people of the bad things that would happen to them? And if, you possibly knew me, would you tell me how, and exactly when I would die? If so, you needn't. I am December Killington, and I prefer to live my life with curiosity and never knowing what the day will bring.

So let's start back in the 11th grade. I am pretty much the most popular girl in the grade, but I like to think of it as seriously socially gifted. Like, SSG or something. Don't you think that is more catchy than popular? I know there is a song about being popular, but I could easily make a song about being SSG. I think. But getting back to the point, right now we need to be at the mall at exactly 9:02am, on 12/12/12.

"Where the heck is she?" I said to Rose, my younger sister. My other sister Julianne was at American Eagle getting some new shoes. As if she needed some.

"I really don't know, but then again, she usually takes forever when picking out shoes, especially if they're high heels" replied Rose, "And it is possible that she is picking out two pairs."

"Ughhhhh" I grunted, "Another 20 minutes then. Do you want to go to GAP?"

"Sure! I could use some new shirts!"

And that was just 9:05.

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As we walked into GAP, I sensed something was wrong. But, I saw these amazing pair of khaki pants so it just wiped away the superstition.

"Oh my god! I love those pants!"

Another girl walked towards those pants while saying the same exact thing I did. We reached for the same pair accidentally and then she was really rude and said,

"These are my pants. I got here first!"

"No, these are my pants. I saw them first."

"Why can't you just take a different pair?"

"Because this is the only pair in my size!"

It just so happened that right then Julianne strolled in and walked towards us. Bad news. Here's to another six hours of shopping. And to make matters worse, the bad feeling I first felt started to come back. Kinda creepy, but not really.

"You can have the pants." The girl huffed and stalked off to the dressing rooms. Then she tripped over the hem of the pants and started to fall, but caught herself and stalked off again. Served her right.

"So," I said awkwardly to Julianne," Which shoes did you get?"

"Oh! I got one pair of high heels that were ten inches with platforms, and another pair of sparkly pink flats. Wanna see?"

"Nah, I'll take a pass" Julianne huffed loudly at that, and then I concluded that she was disappointed.

"I don't care that you don't want to see them. You will see them even if it means I must hang you upside down by a clothing hanger." Right then and there, she pulled out some super-tall high heels. Those must be the 10 inches. Then, she took off her shoes in the middle of the store and slipped on the heels. I must admit, they did make her look tall. And very sexy.

"They look good."

"Ya, you bet they do. If I were to die and still fit in these, I would definitely want to wear these in my casket." She laughed, "But I won't be dead for a while. Until then I will get some good use out of them so by that time they will be worn out. And that would be a fashion travesty! Do you want to see my flats?"

"Do I really have a choice?" Man, she was on a roll. These ones were quite the most Easter colored shoes I had ever seen. They were a hot pink covered with pastel sparkles. Talk about stand-out shoes.

"Now, where's Rose? I want to show her the shoes!"

As Julianne pranced off to find Rose, I leaned up against the wall. Ah, I remember the days when instead of showing Rose 10 inch high heels, she was obsessing over a fluffy bunny in Petco. I was also at that time, but let's not discuss that. I wish that we could go back to that time, when Julianne wasn't always trying obsessively to show off, to show that she was mature. While failing in the process.

When did all of that change, bunnies to shoes? Unique to mature? Maybe... middle school? Elementary School? I don't know. All I know is that our society was obsessed with being grown up, and then when they got there they were devastated, because it was not what they were thought it would be. The world is just a judging place, I guess, where fitting in is the only thing that matters. Being at the top of the social pyramid. Being athletic. Pretty. Cocky. Anything remote just won't make the cut. So I guess, you just have to find your own way to get to the top. Julianne's way, is having the new hip thing. I think my way is......... probably being cocky, pretty, and athletic. Or maybe I'm just a natural.

My mind drifted off backwards to Rose's 2nd week of first grade, when she got her first ever homework assignment and started bawling her eyes out because she didn't know how to write "foot". I, being in 4th grade attempted to help her with it. In the end, because she didn't get how to write, I just did it for her.

Rose and Julianne were walking back to me, talking intently. I decided to walk over to them just when I saw a sight that made my blood run cold.